Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 395

Chapter 395: By the Light of the Fire

Ella

That night, again around the fire, Henry leans forward in his chair and rests his

elbows on his knees, smiling around at us.

“So, tell me if I’ve got this right,” he says, clearly tickled by it. “My two sons are

mated to two sisters, who each have the Goddess’ blood in their veins, which

means…” .” he pauses here, putting his thoughts together, “that all of my

grandchildren are going to have mystical powers?”

Cora shrugs, grinning at him. “That’s what she told us,” she says, laughing a

little bit.

“Well,” Henry says, pleased, leaning back in his chair and shaking his head in

disbelief. “This saves me a great deal of worry.”

Sinclair turns to him confused. ” What? Why?”

“Because,” Henry says, shrugging, trying to hold back his grin. “Imagine if just

one of you were mated to a Goddess -born wolf, and only half of my

grandchildren had magical powers. At least this way, I don’t have to pretend that

I like the non-magical ones as much as the others.”

We all laugh at this, but I shake my head at Henry’s streak of dark humor.

Because, beneath it, we all know that it’s not true. He was always going to love

all of the grandchildren equally, no matter what.

“I wonder what your gift will be, little baby,” I say to Rafe, who is awake and

sitting up in my lap, holding my fingers in his little fists and looking interestedly

around at our group. I was very intrigued when Cora told me that all of their gifts

would vary according to their personalities – I, like her, had assumed that they

would be the same. We still haven’t figured out Cora’s gift yet, though we’ve all

be thinking.

“Rafe’s will probably be shooting lasers from his eyes,” Roger murmurs, leaning

forward to study my son. I shoot a little glare at Roger and he grins at me.

“No, he’s going to be a healer, like mommy,” I say, kissing Rafe’s head and

making him look up at me with a little baby smile. I smile back at him, unable to

help it.

“Nah, Rafe’s got a warrior’s soul,” Sinclair says at my side, leaning back in his

chair and proudly considering son. It will be something to do with that.”

“Nooo,” I say in denial, glaring at my mate now. “Rafe is gentle. His powers will

be for peace.”

“What about ours?” Roger asks, turning to Cora. “Are you getting any hints

down the bond?”

she replies, sighing a little. “I can’t

in frustration,

today. Everything for her

coming up roses.

all right Cora,” I say with my own contented sigh, leaning back

figure it

be convenient,” she says, putting her chin in her

a bit, “if my gift had been healing too. Considering that

mock haughtiness, grinning at her, “that

be as gentle, and loving, and restorative as me,

in my personality -”

little false glare, and I laugh,

cocks her head to

something.

looks around. “Actually,” she says to

Ella and I had a minute out here

and Sinclair immediately agree and start

little. “Why?” he

Cora says, turning to him, “about

sister time, to see

mouth a little and I laugh a little when I see that he does

a bit – but I forgive him, because I know he doesn’t want to

right now

when she gives him a little shove, he sighs and

says, wrapping an arm around

that Cora

you how to change a

groans but Cora and I laugh as

head inside

you thinking?” I ask eagerly,

each other in the dim

mom said,” Cora sighs, looking down

“She said that you could help me figure

mouth twisted to the side

“Do you think I’m like

mouth to deny that, but she puts up a hand to

mean like, do I need to be healed? With your

access the gift?”

straight. “I mean,

the gift from mom – or at least to access

something to get it going. Some

ceremony like that.”

Do you

for her hands. And then, quite quickly, I

body. Her wolf raises her

warm little nudge, and I smile as I sense her.

brown, from

any places that she’s

come up with nothing.

her hands and sinking back

far as my

the

to the next option. “Um,” she says, “do you

could try healing you?”

I ask, my face twisting with

mom also said all the gifts were linked. Maybe

will allow me

my hand out to her. “I cut my finger this morning on

a sigh, realizing that I’ve been meaning to heal

just got distracted. ” My gift could fix this

shrugs and takes my hand in hers, closing her eyes and

when I

importantly, not to fall into that same

heal it myself.

minutes, I gasp a little when I do feel a

the cut is. I see Cora push and

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255