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 on some mission that I know, in my heart, can’t

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

close my eyes, and force myself into that state, and scream inwardly for my

Sinclair

the dignity of utterance. After all they won’t serve any good. Roger knows precisely how bad off I am now, and

still, the idea of Ella in danger somewhere, with Rafe

have any idea how I’ll be of any use to them when I get here. And I know that Roger feels precisely the

to the city, back to the clinic – and I force myself to watch the scenery pass as Roger makes turn after turn, driving as quickly as

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

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

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

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

dashes a robed figure, her long hair streaming out behind her.

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

cries reach my ears, I know that

I watch – before I can do anything at all – a second figure dashes out

eyes go red when I

Hank.

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

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

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 the baby, who she drops in

him from the air, pulling Rafe soundly to his chest

he does, just as Hank gets Rafe secure in his arms – Hank looks up, his eyes going wide as Roger’s fist slams into

force myself to my feet, watching carefully. Because something – something is not

back and again punching Hank, hard. Hank goes to his knees, but even as