Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 209

Chapter 209 – 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?”

you distract my guards?” I request, wondering if she’ll actually agree. This feels like the first true test

the bedroom door. “You exit through the sitting room. I’ll keep them

The Princess requires some items from the kitchen but our phone doesn’t

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 around

hands like the perfect damsel in distress. “Maybe just one of you could go? I’m sure you’re all more than strong enough

Isabel batting her eyelashes at the guards. I

bond, filling me with all

coming, my love. I send back, moving as swiftly as 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

a large statue until a pair of servants rolling a laundry cart pa*s 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

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,

ignoring their 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

gripping me as gently as he can, infinitely conscious of my

He supports my body easily, then

for my safety or to keep them from witnessing the ensuing scene, but I don’t

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,

snarls impatiently. “Damnit Ella, this has to

him!” I cry, returning his snarl with one of my own, “I will never give up, as long as he’s

out there!” Philippe insists, giving me a small shake, “You’ve got to

I combat, thrusting my elbow into his ribs, “You don’t know!