Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 374 – Frozen

Ella

I scream at the top of my lungs – no words, just senseless agony – the moment the woman turns the corner and I lose sight of my child. The sound is horrible even to my own ears, but I can’t stop myself as I hurl myself against the ice that holds me, against which I ceaselessly fight.

A nurse stumbles into view, blood running down the length of her face, and she glances into the room where Hank is crumpled on the floor – where I’m frozen to the ground and gives a little sob before continuing to run away

Away from the priestess, who must be hurting people in her hurry to get out I stop screaming quiet suddenly when I see Hank twitch once again on the floor, see him begin to push to his feet-

“Hank!” I shout, desperate. “Please, Hank!”

He moans a little and turns to me, blinking hard, but then he gasps as he seems to put it all back together. Ella!” he shouts, frantic, turning to me, looking all around –

“No!” I gasp, looking hard towards the door, hoping to hell he takes my meaning. “Go! She she took him! She took Rafe! Go and get the baby!”

Hank nods once and forces himself to unsteady feet and then rushes to the door, pushing himself out of it. And then I lose sight of him and let out a little desperate wail of horror. Because there’s – there’s nothing I can do-

And the ice that surrounds me, it’s burning me in its cold – and I’m shivering so hard here beneath it but held so completely still that I can’t even feel myself shake-

Desperate, wailing, in complete panic, I press my eyes shut and try to think of something of anything that I can do

my sister is wounded in the next room – mate is out on some mission that I know, in my heart, can’t be going well if

so, sobbing, I do the only thing I can think

force myself into that state,

Sinclair

of my throat as we drive. I refuse to allow them the dignity of utterance. After all they won’t serve any good. Roger knows precisely

idea of Ella in danger somewhere,

can’t stand it. I have – I have to be by their side. Even if I don’t have any idea how I’ll be of any use to them when I get here. And I know that

close now – back to the city, back to the clinic – and I force myself to watch

moment, noting that Ella told us in her text to go to our dad –

we had to get to them – to Cora, to Ella. To our children. It’s what our father would want us to do. But still, even beyond my bodily pain, the fear

moment as we draw close to the clinic, sending a little prayer out for our dad. I’m grateful, of course, that he got Ella, and Cora, and Rafe out through the trap door – but damn it, why had I been so short sighted in my design? Why

eyes open as I see that we’re approaching the clinic. ” Dominic, what’s the plan here? Are we just going to burst in

plan presents itself for us. Because out of the front of the building dashes a robed figure, her long hair streaming out behind her. I go tense as I recognize her

her arms, that she’s running with him. And as Roger

soon as the baby’s cries reach my ears, I know that

– a second figure dashes out after the Priestess, chasing after her,

eyes go red when I see

Hank.

knees as my body gives out on me – as

asphalt, willing myself to concentrate, to pull

I hear Roger already on the move. With pain and effort, I raise my head. It’s all I can do to watch as a snarl rips from Roger, as he dashes towards the Priestess and Hank, who has caught up with her now. I feel my wolf go wild when I see Hank punch the

the air,

as he does, just as Hank gets Rafe secure in his arms – Hank looks up, his

force myself to my feet, watching carefully. Because

again punching Hank, hard. Hank goes to his knees, but even as Roger reaches down for the baby, tries to pull my son from