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.

bright grin, which she returns. “Okay!” she says. “Conner, can we try it on the burn on your arm?” she asks, pointing to the gauze on his right forearm. “I think that’s a

I lean eagerly forward, but regret it immediately when he pulls the gauze away, wincing as he reveals an angry, wet red wound. I sit back again, grimacing at it, reminded again of why I didn’t become

just shrugs at me, as lost as I am. “I don’t know, Ella,” she says, waving a vague hand at me. “Do your… meditation thing.

little shrug. And then because it feels strange not to be doing anything to

I’m not wounded, or growing a child, or stressed in any real way. This

tell that she’s excited but working hard not

gift move then, as it’s done before – it sweeps through me first, seeking

a little push, asking it to look…further than me. To go outside. And it feels, a very little bit, like

when I’m strong, I feel like I have so much more control – like I don’t have to shove the entire gift into someone’s hands before I collapse under the weight

front of me, radiating up towards my hands. And so I give it a little nudge, and

hear Cora gasp, and Conner inhale sharply, but I do my very best to not let myself be

pull my hands back, and lay them in my lap, and take a

Conner are staring at me, their jaws wide open. “Did it work?” I breathe, curious. And neither say a

my own mouth

His wound it’s…

eyes. And as I study it I realize that the wound is not gone it’s just…fixed. The skin has closed

On Conner’s arm is a new patch of flesh, still tender and pink and hairless, without any of the freckles that

and then up at Cora, and then

see the bright smile on his face, the tears in his eyes, I burst into joyful laughter myself, hardly able to believe it. And then Cora lets out a shriek