Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 209

Chapter 209 – Ella Breaks Out

Ella

Isabel stares after me with her mouth gaping open in shock, not moving from the bed. I don’t pause to

put on appropriate clothing or even don shoes, instead sprinting to my door and pressing my ear to the

wood. After a moment Isabel recovers and comes to stand beside me. “What are you doing?” She

whispers, her pretty eyes wide.

I lead her back from the doorway, pressing my finger to my lips. The feeling of my mate is growing

stronger by the second, and his voice calls out again. Ella!

I hear you! I send back through our bond, praying he can hear me. I’m coming, Dominic. The baby is

fluttering excitedly in my belly, and I have a feeling that when Sinclair isn’t calling to me, he’s calling to

Rafe. Still, when his voice sounds again he says only my name, Ella! Through the distance I can sense

his exhaustion and worry, the nearly unhinged determination of his wolf. There’s pain there too, and I

know he must be injured. He’s trying to get back to us, but he’s too worn down and depleted to

communicate beyond these simple calls.

“I have to get out of here.” I tell Isabel, speaking as quietly as I can.” Dominic is… I can feel him, he’s

calling me. But he’s hurt, I have to reach him.”

Isabel blinks, “Are you sure?”

I cut my eyes to her, “Of course I’m sure, I know my mate better than I know myself.”

“Alright, I’m sorry,” Isabel replies, “I was just surprised. What can I do?”

“Can you distract my guards?” I request, wondering if she’ll actually agree. This feels like the first true

test of our friendship, but Isabel only sets her jaw and nods.

“I’ll go out this way,” She tells me, pointing to the bedroom door. “You exit through the sitting room. I’ll

keep them occupied as long as I can.”

I nod eagerly and dash to the far door, watching as Isabel slips outside. Her voice echoes down the

hallway, “Excuse me, can you all help me? The Princess requires some items from the kitchen but our

phone doesn’t seem to be working. Would you mind terribly going down to fetch a few things for us?”

I roll my eyes at her use of my surreal title, but I open the door as quietly as I can, peeking my head out

even as the guards gathered around Isabel exchange uncertain glances. “We can’t leave our post,

Miss. Philippe’s orders.”

“Well I promised the King I wouldn’t leave her side.” Isabel frets, wringing her hands like the perfect

damsel in distress. “Maybe just one of you could go? I’m sure you’re all more than strong enough to

carry even the heaviest tray.”

I slink away on tiptoes while the guards puff up their chests and debate which one of them should get

to be her knight in shining armor, and I have to bite back a laugh when I catch Isabel batting her

eyelashes at the guards. I disappear around the corner, trying to remember which of the secret

pa*sages Gabriel described to me is closest. I know there’s one on the floor below, but I’m worried

someone might see me before I get there.

Ella, Ella Ella. Sinclair chants through our bond, filling me with all the courage I need to take this risk.

I’m coming, my love. I send back, moving as swiftly as I can. Suddenly I’m regretting my urgency to get

out of the room without pause. I call attention on the best of days, and scampering through the daylit

palace in my current state is not exactly discreet. I can only imagine how I must look: barefoot, wearing

only a long silk nightdress, xo hair unwashed and disheveled.

Thankfully I make it to the pa*sage entrance without difficulty, though I do have to hide behind a large

statue until a pair of servants rolling a laundry cart pa*s by. For a split second I consider asking them to

help me, but I don’t want them to risk their jobs by defying Gabriel’s edict to keep me in the palace. I

know the King is worried about my wellbeing, not to mention outside threats like the bomb that

intercepted Sinclair’s delegation. Still, I don’t appreciate his high-handed orders. So I move through the

pa*sages on my own, following the fresh scent of the outdoors to guide me around corners and through

intersections.

By the time I make it outside, Sinclair feels as though he might be right around the next corner. His

calls have grown loud and constant, but no matter where I look, I cannot see him. Ella, Ella, Ella. I open

my heart to him and follow the path our bond illuminates, throwing caution to the wind as I reach the

palace gates. The guards’ backs are facing me as they search for outside threats, completely occupied

with keeping unwanted guests out, not holding anyone inside.

I dart out past them, ignoring their cries of surprise, and take off into the city. Within moments I hear

footsteps pounding the pavement behind me, and I smell Philippe’s familiar aroma at my back. I curse

in my head, there’s no way I can outrun the guards – I can barely manage a jog, cradling my belly and

wincing as my swollen breasts bounce uninhibited. People stop and stare as I pa*s by, but I don’t give

them a moment’s notice.

I know I’m caught a second before it happens, xo when Philippe’s voice is growling in my ear and

his footsteps sound as though they’re right on top of me. He practically tackles me, racing up behind

me and gripping me as gently as he can, infinitely conscious of my delicate condition. His arms come

underneath my own as he pulls me to an abrupt stop, and I go limp in his grip, hoping my weight will

drag him down.