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

be careful – I’ll stop

he asks, looking me over from top to bottom, his eyes pausing on

to pause, closing my eyes and checking in with myself. Honestly, I’m not far off – but there’s still so much that these men

then when I look up at him again I feel him place

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

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

and leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead. ” Just…let’s not push, all

And then I turn to him fully, peering at some of the red skin on his face. “How is your healing

voice not much more than a growl. “Much slower than usual. Like whatever that priest did to hurt

turn my attention to Roger’s forearms, which were the worst blistered. Slowly, I unwrap the bandage on one and he hisses at the pain of it. I get a brief glimpse of the skin below before I wrap him back up. “You’re healing,” I say,

right,” he sighs, I think being brave for me. As Roger puts a sweet, concerned hand on the side of

corner of the room where her mate naps lightly, Rafe

Ella replies when she pulls away from me. “More his pride hurt than anything, and he’s frustrated,” she says, giving a chagrined little smile to Roger. “I know you guys are

of his supplies on his way out, along with us, so we don’t have much information

dad seems to be optimistic about the interviews,” I point out, nodding towards where Henry is rolling between the beds, speaking kindly to any of the men who

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