Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 349

Chapter 349 – Aftermath

Cora

It’s hours, hours later when I finally have a moment to step back and breathe. And when I do, I feel my head spin and stumble back a step or two. Roger is there, instantly, his hand on my back.

“Cora,” he says, pulling me closer to him, tilting up my face so that he can study me. “Are you all right? You’re – ”

“I’m fine,” I mutter, frustrated, trying to push away and get back to work. I have a moment to breathe, but honestly there’s so much more that – needs to be done for these men –

“No,” Roger says, stubborn. “You’re pushing yourself too far – you’re pregnant, Cora -”

“Roger,” I sigh, turning to glare at him in earnest now and putting a hand on his chest. “This cannot be the refrain that I hear for the next nine – or six or however many months, all right? I am not going to stop doing my job-stop healing people – just because I’m pregnant.”

I hear Roger begin to growl in protest but I lock my teeth together, staring up at him, hard. And, slowly, I see him start to relent, to remember the person who he chose as his mate.

“This is my life, Roger,” I whisper, ” my identity. I’m a doctor – I made an oath! I’m going to help them.”

he replies, taking a step

to look around the room. “I’ll be careful – I’ll stop before I’m

asks, looking me over from top

but there’s still so much that these men need. Honestly the extent of the

Roger ask, and then when I look up at him

check in on the baby. Roger closes his eyes and concentrates and I’m a little sorry as I see that it’s hard for him. I remember the way that Sinclair communicated with Rafe while Ella

want him to have the full fatherhood experience, with all of its blessings. And it breaks my heart that my body – my humanness

murmurs, opening his eyes and leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead. ”

him fully, peering at some

more than a growl. “Much slower than usual. Like whatever that priest did to hurt us like

of it. I get a brief glimpse of the skin below before I wrap him back up.

right,” he sighs, I think being brave for me. As Roger puts a sweet, concerned hand on the side of my face, Ella comes over. “Cora,” she

room where her mate naps lightly, Rafe secure in his arms even as he sleeps. Sinclair’s burns were worse than Rogers, but likewise superficial compared to some that their men faced. Only the two men who waited outside of

replies when she pulls away from me. “More his pride hurt than anything, and he’s frustrated,” she says, giving a

shaking his head. “And he burned all of his supplies on his way out, along with us, so we don’t have much information from the misadventure either.”

rolling between the beds, speaking kindly to any of the men who are conscious and willing to report

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