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

room – mate is out on

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

and force myself into that state, and scream inwardly

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 knows precisely how bad off I am now, and he’s the only one here

the idea of Ella in danger

any idea how I’ll be of any use to them when I get here. And I

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

for a moment, noting that Ella told us in her text to go

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

eyes shut only 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 had I been so short sighted in my design? Why hadn’t I made some sort of accessible second entrance so that he could get

I see that we’re approaching

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

him. And as Roger pulls the car to a short stop and throws it in park, I push my door

cries reach my ears, I know that it’s

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

when I

Hank.

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

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

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

grabs him from the air, pulling

in his arms – Hank looks up, his

force myself to my feet, watching carefully. Because something –

his hand towards Roger, holding 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, tries to pull