Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 350

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 350-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.”

“All right,” he replies, taking a step back. “But Cora, please -”

careful – I’ll stop before I’m

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

moment to pause, closing my eyes and checking in with myself. Honestly, I’m not far off – but there’s still so much that these men need.

I look up at

Roger closes his eyes and concentrates and I’m a little sorry

to have the full fatherhood experience, with all of its blessings. And it breaks my heart that my body – my humanness has taken a little

and leaning forward to press his

at some of the red skin on his face. “How is

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

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

a sweet, concerned hand

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 burns were worse than Rogers, but likewise superficial compared to some that their men faced. Only the two men who waited outside

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

murmurs, shaking his head. “And he burned all of his supplies on his way out,

interviews,” I point out, nodding towards where Henry is rolling between the beds, speaking kindly to any of the men who are conscious and willing to report

losses,” Roger murmurs, looking around. “We are

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