Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 327

#Chapter 327 – Back to the Real World

Ella

I’m sitting anxiously by Rafe’s basinet, watching him sleep, while my mind wanders impatiently

elsewhere. It’s been twenty–four hours since we heard from Cora and Roger and I feel, just a tiny

little bit, that every pa*sing minute is a knife in my heart.

Where is my sister? I wonder to myself, sighing as I look down at my baby and honestly barely

seeing him. 1

It’s okay, my wolf says to me, rubbing her body warmly against my poor aching heart, nuzzling

me with her snout. Roger will take care of her – I know it. He can’t not.

But what if he couldn’t, I think anxiously, my mind turning inevitably to that freak storm that

they hit – the storm which separated them from their guards, which seemed….just, too precise.

Too convenient. To perfect to be coincidence. What if the cult trapped them? And hurt them both?

I wail, inwardly, my wolf giving in a little and sitting back on her haunches to raise her nose to the

sky and howl a little along with me. She still believes, but she’s overwhelmed, a little, by my

despair, even though inwardly she keeps the faith.

“Ella!” I hear Sinclair shout from downstairs. I jump a little, turning towards the door, but I freeze,

not allowing myself to hope. If it was bad news – he wouldn’t be shouting from downstairs –

But something very urgent could be happening so he can’t come up –

“Ella!” he calls again. “Come down! There’s a car in the drive!”

I gasp, leaning down to quickly scoop Rafe up into my arms. He gives a little half–hearted cry of

protest and I know that I should leave him here to sleep more – but damn it, with the cult out

there looking for him, there’s no way I’m leaving him out of one of his parents‘ sight for an instant.

Not until I know he’s safe.

I dash out of the room and pound down the stairs, looking anxiously into my mate’s face as he

take mine. I slip my hand

his. “Is it

–

he doesn’t know he came to get

to the

–

little moan of relief, sinking against Sinclair as my

see Roger, turning towards her and saying a few words before they

filling my eyes as I

around her neck. Cora takes too steadying steps backwards at the force of me, but wraps

—

the baby,”

sister back, safe. “Where

meaning it at all, of course –

phones died,” Cora says, shrugging at me. “We were in the storm for a

didn’t have a charger?” I ask,

to

cord in

wasn’t one

“at a gas station

into my

were fine. – we are fine! We didn’t want to

home, we just wanted to get here quickly. I’m sorry I didn’t

–

I say, sniffing a little and wiping my angry tears of relief

Cora.

arm around me. “I’m sorry, Ella,” she

over to us. “You’re right we should have called, or texted, or sent

–

our fault. We were…” she hesitates

smirking smugly at me and sinking his hands

looking between the two

Cora blushes –

Blushes?!

My mouth drops open.

a little motel. Just to weather it out.” She doesn’t say anything else but the

sitting here, for hours, worried to death, and you’re out there having

when I turn to him

taking a step forward to shove Roger for his comment for good measure and then turning to Cora. “Does this mean – are you

awe.

says smoothly, ignoring my little shove and closing the distance

Cora to take her

in shock, for so long that Cora’s smile falters on her face and she looks

my eyes. “Ella,”

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