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?"

actually agree. This feels like the first true test of our friendship, but Isabel only sets

this way," She tells me, pointing to the bedroom door. "You exit through the sitting room.

you all help me? The Princess requires some items from the kitchen but our phone doesn't seem to be working. Would you mind terribly going down to fetch a few things

her use of my surreal title, but I open the door as quietly as I can, peeking my head out even as the guards gathered

in distress. "Maybe just one of

her eyelashes at the guards. I disappear around the corner, trying to remember which of the secret passages Gabriel described to me is closest. I know there’s one on the floor below, but I'm worried someone might see me before I

Sinclair chants through our bond, filling me with all the courage

the best of days, and scampering through

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

matter 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

cries of surprise, and take off into the city. Within moments I hear footsteps pounding the pavement behind me, and I smell Philippe's familiar aroma at my back. I curse in my head, there's no way I can outrun the guards - I can barely manage a jog, cradling my belly and wincing as my swollen breasts bounce

of me. He practically tackles me, racing up behind me and gripping me as gently as he

doesn’t. He supports my body easily, then scoops me up

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,

I command, raising my voice and kicking my legs as he hitches me closer. I thrash and fight as he tries to drag me back to the palace, wrenching

"Damnit Ella, this has to