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.”

right,” he replies, taking a

nodding and starting to look around the room. “I’ll be careful – I’ll stop before I’m totally exhausted. I won’t put myself or the

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

myself. Honestly, I’m not far off – but there’s still so much that these men need. Honestly the extent of the burns

look up at him again I feel him place his

agree to stay still so he can check in on the baby. Roger closes his eyes and concentrates and I’m

it was easier for him. I want him to have the

opening his eyes and leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead. ” Just…let’s

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

usual. Like

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

a sweet, concerned hand

looking to the corner of the 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 the sewer

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 disappointed that the priest got

“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

kindly to any of the men who are conscious and willing to report what they heard and saw. “He’s

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