Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 321

#Chapter321 – 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 pa*s 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.

my whole body tense – anticipating at any moment that we’ll slam into a

off a cliff

then come to a stop,

Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but in

just hit some high

still freaked out, looking steadily

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

.

his phone now, speaking to the guards in the car,

for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they don’t come

no good, Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning to me. “They

We’re going to have to backtrack and

anxiety. “We can’t like… ford the river, or

raises an eyebrow and gestures towards the water in front

the minute. As I watch, what looks

a river across the

ask, a little breathless. “Between

another?”

he

the rising water line. I

his brows knit

I realize that he already knows what I’m just now

storm…is not

my

through it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes on the road

other direction.

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

we drive back down the road,

crashes around us and the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening to

on us

sized pieces of ice, I open my mouth to

get out

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

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

interrupt his concentration, looking out. the windshield along

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