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

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

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

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

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

as I agree 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. I remember the way that Sinclair communicated with Rafe while

want him to have the full fatherhood experience, with all of

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

And then I turn to him fully, peering at some of the red skin on his

his voice not much more than a growl. “Much slower than usual. Like

then 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

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

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

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

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

to any of the men who are conscious and willing to report what they heard and saw. “He’s sure you’ll get something good out of

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