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

held still – my son has been stolen 1 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 Xander was this

nothing I can do – And so, sobbing, I

and force myself into that state, and scream inwardly

Sinclair

out of my throat as we drive. I refuse to allow them the dignity of

the idea of Ella in danger somewhere, with Rafe

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

myself to watch the scenery pass as Roger makes turn after turn, driving as quickly as

to make, when 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 was some kind

both knew we had to get to them – to Cora, to Ella. To our children. It’s what our father

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 hadn’t I made some sort of accessible second entrance so

I feel the car slow down now. My eyes open as I see that we’re approaching the clinic. ” Dominic, what’s the plan here?

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 as one of the Goddess’s priestesses – the one who

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

cries reach my ears,

figure dashes out after the Priestess, chasing after her,

go red when I see

Hank.

out of the door, but falling instantly to my knees as my body gives out on me – as my

put my hands down on the asphalt, willing myself to concentrate, to

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

from the air, pulling Rafe soundly

secure in his arms – Hank looks up, his eyes going wide as Roger’s fist

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

Rafe protectively against his chest, 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,