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 -”

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

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

much that these men need. Honestly the extent of the burns that they

hear Roger ask, and then when I look up

Roger closes his eyes and concentrates and I’m a little sorry as I see that it’s hard for

me and when he concentrates, but…I do wish it was easier for him. I want him 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 of

okay,” Roger murmurs, opening his eyes and leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead. ”

turn to him fully, peering at some of the

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

on one and he hisses at the pain of it. I get a brief glimpse of the skin below before I

a sweet, concerned hand on the side

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

hurt than anything, and he’s frustrated,” she says, giving

burned all of his supplies on his way out, along with us, so we don’t have

where Henry is rolling between the beds, speaking kindly to any of the men who are conscious and willing

Roger murmurs, looking around.

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