Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#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

off a cliff

to a stop, and

frustrated but in

We just hit some high

other car?” I gasp, still freaked out, looking steadily out

picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead of us. “I don’t know

.

Roger’s on his phone now,

of the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they don’t come up with

says, hanging up the phone

We’re going to have to

I ask, my eyes wide with anxiety. “We

an eyebrow and gestures towards the water in front of us, which looks

what looks like an

river

so fast?” I ask, a little breathless. “Between

another?”

his voice tight as he turns in

the rising water line. I watch him, waiting for him to

his brows knit

realize that he already knows what I’m just

storm…is not

whisper, my words

he promises, his eyes

in the other

trust him to get us out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back tensely in

as we drive back down the road, though, the storm

tree limbs whip wildly

us

sized pieces of ice, I open my mouth to

get out

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

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 us when we stop? Something is fighting to keep us here.

remember…” Roger begins, peering out the window, but his words fade off as he looks. I wait, holding my breath, not wanting to interrupt his concentration, looking out. the windshield along with him, unable to tear my eyes away. But as I watch – a red neon glow comes barely into sight in the distance. “Yes,”