Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 357 – Healing

Ella

I push my suspicions aside as I come to Cora’s side as she explains to Conner – the bright, red-haired young man who noticed that the men who attacked me didn’t transform into their wolves – our plan.

“Sure,” ,” he says, blinking up at both of us when Cora asks if he’d be willing to let me try to heal him with the Goddess power. “Um,” he says next, hesitating a little, “does it hurt?”

“Um,” I reply, rubbing an anxious hand up and down my arm, “I don’t think so? But then again, I’ve only tried it on myself?” I look over at Cora to see if she has any ideas, but she just shrugs.

“Consider it a very experimental treatment,” Cora says, turning back to Conner. “But I think Ella is right – it never seemed to hurt her before, when she used it. Or that one time I used it. But if it works!” she gives him a big smile now, “I think you will be a very happy little guinea pig!”

“Guinea pig?” he asks, confused. “Will I is this going to transform me into a guinea pig!?”

“No,” I say, laughing and sitting down on the edge of his bed, reaching for his arm, which he pulls away from me in sudden anxiety. “Seriously!” I say, laughing still. “That’s just a common phrase – you don’t know it? Maybe it’s a human phrase. For like, a creature who gets experimented on first.”

“Oh,” Conner says, relaxing a little but still looking at us warily. But then he nods, letting us know that he’s on board. “Just a lot of strange….magic, I guess, these days. Magic that I don’t think we’ve had a lot of exposure to before.”

“You’re telling me,” Cora murmurs, checking some final details as she runs a hand over her stomach, which is hosting what we can best describe as the first human-wolf hybrid pup ever conceived.

do, and I give her a bright grin, which she returns. “Okay!” she says. “Conner, can we try it on the burn on your arm?”

reveals an angry, wet red wound. I sit back again, grimacing at

don’t know, Ella,” she says, waving a

anything to engage with

has been before – maybe because I’m not wounded, or growing a child, or stressed in any real way. This time, the

that she’s excited but working hard not to distract me too much.

seek for pain. I feel the gift move then, as it’s done before – it sweeps through me first, seeking to heal anything, but when it doesn’t find anything it…pulses a little, curious, almost wondering why I’ve called

asking it to look…further than me. To go outside. And it feels, a very little bit, like the time that I passed it to Cora – though it’s hard to compare, because I had been

shove the entire gift into someone’s hands before I collapse under the

my hands. And so I give it a little nudge, and push the gift towards it, and I feel it flowing from my

and Conner inhale sharply, but I do my very best to not let myself be drawn away, to continue

it at all. And then I pull my hands back, and lay them in my lap,

staring at me, their jaws wide open. “Did it work?” I breathe, curious. And neither say a word, so I dart my eyes downward at

my own mouth falls

His wound it’s…

the wound is not gone it’s just…fixed. The skin has closed over what was a few moments before a pussy, bloody burn. And it’s not as if the magic has unmade the

as if it just healed it. On Conner’s arm is a new patch of flesh, still tender and pink and hairless, without any of the freckles that cover the rest

staring at it, and then up at Cora, and then

hardly able to believe it. And then Cora lets out a shriek of joy and throws herself on top of me in a crazy hug, knocking me back against the