Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 322

#Chapter322 – The Storm

Cora

The weather, bizarrely, gets worse as we drive. I’m usually not skittish about driving in bad weather, by as the miles pass I feel myself getting more and more anxious. The water pounds against the windshield and thunder booms around us, lightening flashing through. the forests through which we drive.

“What the hell is this,” Roger growls, leaning forward to look up into the sky. “I can’t believe it’s lasted this long and it’s raining harder, not letting up..

“Can you even see?” I ask, my hands gripping the leather of my seat anxiously now as I

stare out the windshield in front of us. To me it looks like a vast sheet of grey water with

the occasional flare of the guard car’s brake lights ahead of us.

wwwwww

“I can see,” Roger murmurs in reply, a little annoyed, apparently, that I’d even call his skills

into question. I roll my eyes at this, but trust him there must be something about his

wolf senses that can see into the road ahead of us that my eyes cannot make out. Still,

despite my trust, I’m anxious. We could run into another car, or a fallen tree, or a lost animal at any moment – how could we even see it coming?

My phone lights up in the cupholder next to me and I release my grip on my seat to grab it,

looking at the new text from Ella. “Roger,” I say, anxious, glancing at him. “Ella says it’s not

even raining at home what –

I

–

But suddenly the car lurches, skidding sideways a little I see the diver’s wheel shift in

Roger’s hands, moving without his control – hear him curse under his breath as the car

hydroplanes and drifts at high speed to our left. I give a little shriek, pressing my eyes.

– anticipating at any moment that we’ll slam into a

a cliff

to a stop,

all right, Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control of

We just hit some

other car?” I gasp, still freaked

me, putting the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead of us. “I don’t know how, though, it

.

ahead of us. Roger’s on his phone now, speaking to the

on the other side of the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a

Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning to me.

We’re going to have to

ask, my eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t like… ford the

raises an eyebrow and gestures towards the water

by the minute. As I watch, what looks like

a river across

I ask, a little breathless. “Between one car length and

another?”

voice tight as he

the rising water line. I watch

he doesn’t, his brows knit together.

already knows

this storm…is not

words shaking. “What’s happening?”

Cora,” he promises, his eyes

and heads in the other direction.

I know it, deep down in my gut, that I trust him to get us out of this. But instead of

down the road, though, the storm does not

the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening to come

on us at any

to hail, big golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I open my mouth to

get out

beats me to it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he murmurs,

know that for sure, I don’t want to ride on this road any longer in this storm – but what’s waiting for us when

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