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.

tense – anticipating at any moment that

a

we just slow, and then come to a stop, and I peek my eyes

Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control of the car again.

We just

car?” I gasp, still freaked out,

got 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,

.

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

road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to

Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning to me. “They can’t

to have to backtrack and find

I ask, my eyes wide with anxiety. “We

an eyebrow and gestures towards the water in front

looks

river

I ask, a

another?”

he turns in his seat and

backing away from the rising water line. I watch him, waiting for

he doesn’t, his

then, suddenly, I realize that he already knows what I’m just now figuring

this storm…is not

my words shaking. “What’s

Cora,” he promises, his eyes on the road as he

other

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

we drive back down the road, though, the storm

and the tree limbs whip wildly

us at

starts to hail, big golf-ball sized pieces of

out of

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

I breathe, somehow at once more anxious and simultaneously relieved. I want to stop I know that for sure, I don’t want to ride on

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

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