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

is out on some mission that I know, in my heart, can’t be going well if Xander was this many steps ahead of

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

and force myself into that

Sinclair

clench my jaw against the moans and 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 knows precisely how bad off I am now, and he’s the only one here

of Ella in danger somewhere, with

I have – I have to be by their side. Even if I don’t have any idea how I’ll be of any

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

moment, noting that Ella

had to get to them – to Cora, to Ella. To our children. It’s what our father would want us to

out for our dad. I’m grateful, of course, that he got Ella, and Cora, and Rafe out through the trap door – but damn

I feel the car slow down now. My eyes open as I see that we’re approaching the clinic. ”

of the building, our plan presents itself for us. Because out of the front of the building dashes a robed figure, her long hair streaming

sharpen as I realize that 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 it in park, I push my door instantly

reach my

a second figure dashes out after the

eyes go red when I

Hank.

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

down on the asphalt, willing myself to concentrate, to pull myself together

do, 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 Priestess squarely across the face, as he reaches for

from the air, pulling Rafe

– Hank looks up, his eyes going wide as

steps as I force myself to my feet, watching carefully. Because

as Roger advances on him again, pulling his fist back and again punching Hank, hard. Hank goes to his knees, but even as Roger reaches down for the baby, tries