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 son has been stolen 1 my sister is wounded in the next room – mate is out

nothing I can do – And so, sobbing, I do the only

eyes, and force myself into

Sinclair

groans that want to crawl out of my throat as we drive. I refuse to allow them the dignity of utterance. After all they won’t serve any good. Roger

the idea of Ella in danger somewhere, with Rafe

side. Even if I don’t have any idea how I’ll be of any use to them when I get here.

drawing close now – back to the city, back to the clinic – and I force myself to watch the scenery pass as Roger makes turn after

we got in the car. Roger hesitated only for a moment, noting that Ella told us in her text to go to our dad – that there

to them – to Cora, to Ella. To our children. It’s what our father would want us to do. But still, even

and Rafe out

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

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 instantly

she has a baby in her arms, that she’s running with him. And as Roger pulls the car to a short stop and throws

the baby’s cries reach

I can do anything at all – a second figure dashes out after the Priestess, chasing after her, demanding that she give

when I see who it

Hank.

roar, pushing myself out of the door, but falling instantly to my knees as my body gives out on me – as my wounds protest and the pain takes

down on the asphalt, willing myself

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 Priestess squarely across the

the air, pulling Rafe soundly to his chest

gets Rafe secure in his arms – Hank looks up, his eyes going

stumbles back two steps as I force myself to my feet, watching carefully. Because something – something is not right here

on him again, pulling his fist back and again punching Hank, hard. Hank goes to his knees, but even as Roger reaches