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 back.

– I’ll stop before I’m totally exhausted. I

you to exhaustion now?” he asks, looking me over from

these men need. Honestly the extent of the burns that they came

I look up at him again

in on the baby. Roger closes his eyes and concentrates and I’m a little

touching me and when he concentrates, but…I do wish it was easier for him. I want him to have the full fatherhood experience, with all of its blessings. And it breaks my heart that my

to press his lips against my forehead.

peering at some of the red skin on his face. “How is

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

brief glimpse of the skin

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

open my arms out, inviting her in for a hug which she happily accepts. “How is Sinclair?” I ask, looking to the corner of the room where her mate naps

and he’s frustrated,” she says,

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.” He sighs, full of

out, nodding towards where Henry is rolling between the beds, speaking kindly to any of the men who are conscious and willing to report what

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