Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 396 – The Long Road Home

Ella

“No more road trips,” I grumble under my breath, trying to rock my little baby in my arms and distract him from the rumbling of the road, “ever again.”” Don’t be so sore about it,” Cora says, moving one of her checkers forward a space. “At least we got the information we were coming for.”

“WellthatI will never begrudge,” I say, turning my head and smiling at her.” But next time?”

She grins, anticipating what I’m going to say next. “We’re taking a private jet.” Cora laughs, shaking her head at me and sitting back against the backrest of her seat in the kitchenette.” That would be a waste of resources, and it’s probably too short of a flight or something to mom’s temple,” she sighs.

I huff, leaning forward to study the board, “is going to have to learn

before I can even finish my sentence, Roger at the driver’s seat hits a huge bump and the game board goes flying in the air, pieces scattering despite their magnetic bond. I groan and sit back against my own seat as Cora sighs and picks up the pieces, putting them back in the box. We both know that particular distraction is over. “Sorry!” Roger calls over his shoulder. “Won’t happen again!” “He just knew I was beathing you,” I grumble as Sinclair comes and

a shrug, reaching for the baby. “And youknowhow he gets when he

to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Next time? All luxury. We’ll get you all drunk at the airport so you don’t even remember the flight, and then we’ll spend the rest of our time luxuriating.” “This had better be a promise,” I murmur, leaning against him and closing my eyes. “You got it, baby,” he whispers, kissing the top of my

and looking at him with curiosity. “What isthatjob interview

the house?” Cora asks, interested. “Is that…safe?” ” Well,” Sinclair considers seriously, we’re pretty damn sure that the Cult itself doesn’t have any particular problem with us – that they were merely serving

it, but I think it’s time to start our lives again.” “It has to be more complicated than that,” I say, shaking my head and frowning at him. “Xander isn’t going to rest -” “No, he’s not,” Sinclair agrees, looking at me seriously. “But we aren’t without resources, love. We only went to

our enemy is on the run, it is a good a time as any to regroup and focus on the interrupted task: ensuring this country is united under a single King.” “And that’s you, right?” Cora asks, looking at him curiously. “Well, we hope so,” he says, grinning at her.

of this nation aware,” she says, “that theirKingeatsallthe chips? And does

“Are they likewise aware, that said

rub them gently as my mate and my sister fall silent, grinning at each other. “I cannot take argument on top of traveling in a sardine can. Also, it is smelly in here.” “Truce, then,” Cora sighs. “So,

him, intrigued, but he sends a little pulse down the bond which shushes me, letting me know he wants to have a private conversation instead of one with Cora. I nod and give him a little kiss on the shoulder before resting my head in the same spot. “So, what do you think,” Cora asks, looking down at her hands again and opening

your mind to,” I say placatingly to my sister, grinning, imagining how very much she’d like to zap everyone who got on her

giving a little shrug and leaning forward to engage her more completely. “Considering that I’m likely to become the King of a nation that’s going to

eager now. “I never thought