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

so, sobbing, I do the only

eyes, and force myself into

Sinclair

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 to

still, the idea of Ella in danger somewhere,

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 Roger

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

only for a moment, noting that Ella told us

to Ella. To our children. It’s what our father would want us to do. But

for a 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

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

building, our 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 instantly as one of

running with him. And as Roger pulls the car to a short stop and throws

cries reach my ears, I know that it’s

– a second figure dashes out after the Priestess, chasing

eyes go red when I see who

Hank.

instantly to my knees as my body gives out on me – as my wounds protest and the pain takes over, shattering through me

the asphalt, willing myself to concentrate, to

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

from the air,

– Hank looks up, his eyes going wide as Roger’s fist slams into his

shouts, moans, and stumbles back two steps as I force myself to my

protectively against his chest, as Roger advances on him again, pulling his fist back and again punching Hank, hard. Hank goes