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, let

She frowns a little in frustration, even though we’re all aware

joy today. Everything for her – for all of

coming up roses.

with my own contented sigh,

“We’ll figure

her chin in her hand

been healing

mock haughtiness, grinning

not everyone can be as gentle, and loving, and restorative as

in my personality -”

little false glare, and I

point. But then Cora cocks her head to the side, clearly

something.

looks around. “Actually,” she says to

Ella and I had a minute out here

and Sinclair immediately agree and start to

a little.

turning

time, to see if we can sort through

little and I laugh a

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

her for a single moment right now not with everything they’ve

still, when she gives him a little shove, he sighs

papa,” Sinclair says,

taking Rafe from my arms so that Cora and I can

“I’ll teach you how to change

I laugh as the men help Henry onto

head

you thinking?” I ask eagerly,

that we can better see each other in the dim light

mom said,” Cora sighs, looking down at her

goes. “She said that you could

at me now, her mouth twisted to the

think

that, but she puts up

to be healed? With

access the gift?”

and sitting up straight. “I mean, that would make

to go out into the desert to get the gift from mom – or at least

need to like, do something to get it going. Some sort

ceremony like that.”

she says, shrugging.” Do you

say, reaching for her hands. And

over her body. Her wolf raises her nose

it a warm little nudge, and I smile as I sense her. Such

brown, from the lightest tawny to nearly

any places that she’s hurt

come up with nothing.

sigh, dropping her hands and sinking back onto the chair.

as my

the chair and

on to the next option. “Um,” she

could try healing you?”

I ask, my face twisting with

the gifts were linked. Maybe I

me to

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

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

gift could fix this up in a cinch can

and takes my hand in hers, closing her eyes

the meditative state I use when I access my gift.

to

heal it myself.

when I do feel a

I see

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