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?”

sighing a little. “I can’t even figure out what mine is,

She frowns a little in frustration, even

is going to wipe out her joy today. Everything for

coming up roses.

all right Cora,” I say with my

figure

says, putting her chin in her hand and scowling

bit, “if my gift had been healing too.

haughtiness, grinning at her,

be as gentle, and loving, and restorative as

in my personality -”

even as she gives me a little false glare, and I laugh, Sinclair nods as if

Cora cocks her

something.

sits up straight and looks around.

Ella and I had

start to stand up but Roger

little. “Why?” he

turning to

little sister time, to see if we can sort

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

a bit – but I forgive him, because I

moment right now not

a little shove, he sighs and stands

papa,” Sinclair says, wrapping

arms so that Cora and I

teach you how

but Cora and I laugh as the men help Henry onto the

head inside

what are you thinking?” I ask eagerly, moving my chair closer to my

see each other in the dim

sighs, looking down at her

she goes. “She said that

looks up at me now, her mouth twisted to the side as she tries

“Do you think I’m like broken,

mouth to deny that, but she puts

be healed?

access the gift?”

curious and sitting up straight.

into the desert to get the gift from

like, do something to get

ceremony like that.”

try,” she says, shrugging.” Do

her hands. And then, quite quickly, I run my

and over her body. Her wolf raises her nose to

a warm little nudge, and I smile as I

a thousand shades of brown, from the lightest tawny to nearly

Cora, seeking any places that she’s hurt or

come up with nothing.

her hands and sinking back onto the chair.

as my

in the chair and gnawing at her lip.

her as she moves on to the next option.

could try healing you?”

ask, my face

the gifts were linked. Maybe I can…heal

doing that will allow me to like,

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

with a sigh, realizing that I’ve been meaning

could fix this up in a cinch

in hers,

the meditative state I use when I

very still and, importantly, not to fall into that

heal it myself.

a few minutes, I gasp a little when I do feel a very slight tingling at

see Cora push and concentrate, but then,

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