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.”

taking a step back. “But Cora,

the room. “I’ll be careful – I’ll stop before I’m totally exhausted. I won’t put myself or

to exhaustion now?” he asks, looking me over from top to bottom, his eyes

Honestly, I’m not far off – but there’s still so much that these men

I hear Roger ask, and then when I look up at him again I feel him place

to stay still so he can 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.

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 body – my humanness has taken a little of that away from

murmurs, opening his eyes and leaning forward to press his lips against

to him fully, peering at some of the red skin on his face. “How is

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

of it. I get a brief glimpse of the skin below

I think being brave for me. As Roger puts a sweet, concerned hand on the side of my

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

pride hurt than anything, and he’s frustrated,” she says, giving a chagrined little smile to Roger.

shaking his head. “And he burned all of his supplies on his way out, along with us, so we

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

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