Accidental Surrogate for Alpha novel Chapter 377

#Chapter 377 – 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 –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me 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 it looks like – I can’t see anything wrong-

I close my eyes, seeking my bond with my child – hoping it can tell me more But I can’t reach it, because Roger shakes me again.

“Ella!” Roger shouts, his hands still hard on my shoulders. “I’m serious, Ella! Rafe, I think, is okay but… Dominic” He looks back over his shoulder and back towards the clearing behind the clinic.

I snap my head up to look at Roger’s face when he says my mate’s name. And when I see how grave his expression is…how worried…

The blood feels like it drains from me. Like I’m frozen, again, in the ice.

And I turn to look, to follow his gaze, and I see two dark forms laying there, so close to each other in the darkness. One covered in the folds of a priestess’ robes, the other…

I set off again in an instant, as fast as I can go – but I can’t run now – I can’t, with the baby in my arms

I feel someone 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 mouth

Roger opens his eyes wide in shock and puts up his hands, showing me that he means no harm. But he speaks fast. “Ella, the gift – you have to get to him now – please, give me the baby -”

And it breaks every part of my poor motherly heart to hand Rafe over to his uncle, every molecule within me screaming to hold him close, to never let him go again…

But one more glance towards those forms in the darkness has me decided, and I hastily hand my crying child to his godfather. Roger will take care of him, I know. And without a word I take off, sprinting towards my fallen mate.

Sinclair

I blink my eyes open in the forest and wince as the bright white light stings my eyes. Fuck, I think, covering the top half of my face with my hands. Is it already morning?

But then I realize, quite suddenly….