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.”

a step back. “But Cora,

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

looking me over from top to bottom, his

but there’s still so much that these men need. Honestly the extent of the burns that they came

then when I look up at him

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

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

leaning forward to press his

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

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

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

concerned hand on the side of my face, Ella comes over. “Cora,” she whispers, glancing around the room. “What can I

for a hug which she happily accepts. “How is Sinclair?” I ask, 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 came out

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

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

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 they heard and saw. “He’s sure

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