Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate (PDF) novel Chapter 374

#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

But there’s nothing. I’m held still – 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 be going well if Xander was this many steps ahead of us

There’s nothing nothing I can do – And so, sobbing, I do the only thing I can think of.

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

Sinclair

I clench my jaw against the moans and 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 to hear me.

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

I can’t stand it. I have – I have to be by their side. Even if I don’t have any idea how I’ll be of any use to them when I get here. And I know that Roger feels precisely the same.

We’re drawing close now – back 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 he can.

It was a terrible decision to make, when we got 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 some kind of attack there.

But in our hearts, we both knew we 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 fear gnaws at me. Was our father even alive?

I press my 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 out as well?

“Steady,” Roger says, and I feel the car slow down 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 -”