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.”

replies, taking a step back.

around the room. “I’ll be careful – I’ll stop before

how close are you to exhaustion now?” he asks, looking me over

far off – but there’s still so much that these men need. Honestly the extent of the burns that

look up

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 Ella was

want him to have the full fatherhood experience,

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

then I turn to him fully, peering at

than a growl. “Much slower than usual. Like whatever that priest did to hurt us like this had

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, looking up at him, “but yes, the pace is …worse

sweet, concerned hand on the side of my face, Ella comes over. “Cora,”

her, my poor tired sister, and open my arms out, inviting her in 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

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

missed opportunity,” Roger murmurs, shaking his head. “And he burned all of his supplies on his way out, along with us, so

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

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