Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 137

Chapter 137-The Herb

Ella

My grief keeps me awake far longer than I’m sure I could have managed otherwise. I’m alone, so I don’t bother trying to quiet my keening, wailing my despair into the night air. I’m not sure how long it will take for the shift to take hold, but I pray that the violent transformation will generate enough heat and energy to allow me to survive.

The possibility that it might fail seeps into my mind and suddenly I wonder if I should have just let myself fall asleep, rather than meeting my end in agony.

Oh Goddess, I should have taken the herb hours ago. I think woefully. Now it’s probably too late.

This thought only makes me cry harder, but there’s also a growing kernel of warmth in my belly, pulsing inside me and radiating the strangest sensations through my body. Suddenly the entire forest explodes into a cacophony of sound – chirping crickets, croaking frogs, the low hoot of an owl, and other things I can scarcely recognize. I can hear small animals scurrying below the snowpack, and the sound of the wind rustling through the trees for miles away. It’s too -overwhelming, and I’m amazed by the images that appear in my mind, explaining each sound with a clarity I couldn’t have possibly imagined. It’s almost as though I can see sound.. and I realize this must be how it is for wolves all the time. The herb is working.

Then I hear something else, pounding footprints crunching through the snow. “No! No, no, no.” I moan desperately, my mind slowly piecing together the puzzle of information. If I hear footsteps it means… it means either Sinclair or the Prince has finally caught up with me. Either way…

I’m going to be found imminently, which means didn’t have to take the herb after all. I find the strength to push my body up on my hands and knees, sticking my fingers down my throat and trying to make myself vomit.. to undo the horrible.

That’s how Sinclair found me a few minutes later, sobbing and gagging, begging the Goddess to take back my rash actions. “Ella!” He shouts, racing towards me. “Oh thank the stars.” His voice pierces my skull at a terrifying volume, and I clamp my hands over my ears, crying out.

too loud, but the pain in my heart is even more excruciating

my

You’re t-too la -late.”

I jerk away from him, my adrenaline spiking again now that my baby’s life is in unnecessary danger. I’m crying so hard I can’t catch my breath, but I still can’t make myself vomit. The surreal power swirling in my

I was dying” I try to explain, my words coming out babbled and slurred.

and pain. He swears under his breath, looking over his shoulder at his second in command. “We need an extraction right now. Call for a chopper.” I hear the man pulling out

for me again, my words unintelligible in the height of my

dragging me into his embrace even though I fight tooth and nail. “Come on, let’s get you warm.” He unzips his coat and pulls me

discover I can detect the pilot’s voice just as easily. Sinclair’s heart beat is pounding against my ear, and the sounds of his men’s hearts

He chafes my body with his hands, generating heat through his thick jacket. “We don’t have much time.” He says then, clearly talking to his men. “She’s about to

to question, clearly not

we

and I sob into

but I can hear the “grief in his own voice. “Let’s just get you someplace safe. Fuck, you’re frozen solid.” He takes off at a run, and suddenly I understand how he reached me so fast. Even carrying me on two legs, he and his men are five times as fast as a human, and probably ten times faster than I’d be stumbling and falling through the deep

I’ve swallowed a glowing ball of light. Other senses are starting to sharpen – my eyes are tightly shut

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