Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 210 - Ella Breaks Out

Ella

Isabel stares after me with her mouth gaping open in shock, not moving from the bed. I don't pause to put on appropriate clothing or even don shoes, instead sprinting to my door and pressing my ear to the wood. After a moment Isabel recovers and comes to stand beside me. "What are you doing?” She whispers, her pretty eyes wide.

I lead her back from the doorway, pressing my finger to my lips. The feeling of my mate is growing stronger by the second, and his voice calls out again. Ella!

I hear you! I send back through our bond, praying he can hear me. I'm coming, Dominic. The baby is fluttering excitedly in my belly, and I have a feeling that when Sinclair isn't calling to me, he's calling to Rafe. Still, when his voice sounds again he says only my name, Ella! Through the distance I can sense his exhaustion and worry, the nearly unhinged determination of his wolf. There’s pain there too, and I know he must be injured. He's trying to get back to us, but he's too worn down and depleted to communicate beyond these simple calls.

"I have to get out of here." I tell Isabel, speaking as quietly as I can." Dominic is... I can feel him, he's calling me. But he’s hurt, I have to reach him."

Isabel blinks, "Are you sure?"

I cut my eyes to her, "Of course I’m sure, I know my mate better than I know myself."

"Alright, I'm sorry," Isabel replies, "I was just surprised. What can I do?"

my guards?" I request, wondering if she'll actually agree. This feels like the first

bedroom door. "You exit

the hallway, "Excuse me, can you all help me? The Princess

but I open the door as quietly as I can, peeking my head out even as the guards gathered around Isabel exchange uncertain glances. "We can't

the perfect damsel in distress. "Maybe just one of you could go? I'm sure you're all more than strong enough to carry

chests and debate which one of them should get to be her knight in shining armor, and I have to bite back a laugh when I catch Isabel batting her eyelashes at the guards. I

Ella. Sinclair chants through our bond, filling me

attention on the best of days, and scampering through the daylit palace in my current state is not exactly discreet. I can only imagine how I must look: barefoot, wearing only a long

I make it to the passage entrance without difficulty, though I do have to hide behind a large statue until a pair of servants rolling a laundry cart pass by. For a split second I consider asking them to help me, but I don't want them to risk their jobs by defying Gabriel’s edict to keep me in the palace. I know the King is worried about my wellbeing, not to mention outside threats like the bomb that intercepted Sinclair's delegation. Still, I don't appreciate his high-handed orders. So I move through

where I look, I cannot see him. Ella, Ella, Ella. I open my heart to him and follow the path our bond illuminates, throwing caution to the wind as I reach the palace gates. The guards' backs are facing me as they search for outside threats, completely occupied with keeping unwanted guests out, not holding anyone

pavement behind me, and I smell Philippe's familiar aroma at my back. I curse in my head, there's no way I

top of me. He practically tackles me, racing up behind me and gripping me as gently as he can, infinitely conscious of my

He supports my body easily, then scoops me

them at bay, holding their arms outstretched and backing them out of the square. I'm not sure if it's for my safety or to keep them from witnessing the ensuing scene, but I don’t care. novel.xo They can all watch, as long as I get to Sinclair, they can

I thrash and fight as he tries to drag me back to the palace, wrenching his arm close enough to sink my fangs into his wrist. He hisses and reels back, but he doesn't release

snarls impatiently. "Damnit Ella, this has