Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 376

#Chapter 376 – Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood a little blue bundle in his arms-

A cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side, reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and look him over –

by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but

hoping it can tell me more But I can’t reach it, because

still hard on my shoulders. “I’m serious, Ella! Rafe, I think, is okay but… Dominic” He looks back over his shoulder and back

face when he says my mate’s name.

it drains from me. Like

forms laying there, so close to

off again in an instant, as fast as I can go –

tug at Rafe and my instincts kick in, making me snap towards whoever it is with a terrible snarl, my teeth fully bared, already elongating in my

no harm. But he speaks fast. “Ella, the gift – you have to get to him now

of my poor motherly heart to hand Rafe over to his uncle,

one more glance towards those forms in the darkness has me decided, and I hastily hand my crying child to his godfather. Roger

Sinclair

stings my eyes. Fuck, I think,

then I

remember going

wary,

even

Inside at all…

bed on which I sit,

her the beautiful woman

beautiful. She’s got to be she can’t

awe. But she doesn’t answer my question with the soft smile I

coming close to me, taking my face in her hands and smiling down

“Am I…am I dead?”

me, slowly shaking her head. “No, baby,” she murmurs. “And I’d be worried about

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