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?"

distract my guards?" I request, wondering if she'll actually agree. This feels like the first true test of our friendship,

door. "You

door, watching as Isabel slips outside. Her voice echoes down the hallway, "Excuse me, can you all help me? The Princess requires some items from the kitchen but our phone doesn't seem to be working. Would you

can, peeking my head out even as the guards gathered around Isabel exchange

distress. "Maybe just one of you could go? I'm sure you're all more than strong enough

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

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

best of days, and scampering

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

he might be right around the next corner. His calls have grown loud and constant, but no 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 search for outside threats, completely occupied with keeping unwanted

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 uninhibited. People stop and stare as I pass by, but I don't give them

gripping me as gently as he can, infinitely conscious of my delicate condition. His arms come underneath my own as he pulls me to an

body easily,

formed around us, but the other guards keep them at bay, holding their arms outstretched and backing them out of the square. I'm not sure if it's for my

my legs as he hitches me closer. 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

snarls impatiently. "Damnit Ella, this has