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 -”

and starting to look around the room. “I’ll be careful – I’ll stop before I’m totally exhausted. I

you to exhaustion now?” he asks, looking me over from top to bottom, his eyes

men need. Honestly the extent of the burns that they came

I…” I hear Roger ask, and then when I look up at him

I breathe, nodding a little as I agree to stay still so he can check in on the baby. Roger closes his eyes and concentrates and

was easier for him. I want him to have the full fatherhood experience, with all

to press his lips against my

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

usual. Like whatever that priest did to hurt us like this had

turn my attention to Roger’s forearms, which were the worst blistered. Slowly, 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 than

puts a sweet, concerned hand on the side of my

accepts. “How is Sinclair?” I ask, looking to the corner of the room where her mate naps lightly, Rafe

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

murmurs, shaking his head. “And he burned all of his supplies on his way out, along with us, so we don’t have much information from the

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 what they heard and saw. “He’s sure you’ll get something good out of

around. “We are so…so lucky that

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