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?"

This feels like the first

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

dash to the far 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

I open the door as quietly as I can, peeking my head out even as the

I promised the King I wouldn't leave her side." Isabel frets, wringing her hands like the perfect damsel in distress. "Maybe just one of you could go? I'm sure

eyelashes at the guards. I disappear around the corner, trying to

our bond, filling me

I can. Suddenly I'm regretting my urgency to get out of the room without pause. I call 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,

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

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

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

a second before it happens, novelxo when Philippe's voice is growling in my ear and his footsteps sound as though they're right on top of me. He practically tackles me, racing up behind me and 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 abrupt stop, and I go limp in

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

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

voice and kicking my legs as he hitches me closer. I thrash and fight as he tries to drag me

impatiently. "Damnit Ella, this