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?”

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

She frowns a little in

is going to wipe out her joy today. Everything for her

coming up roses.

with my own contented sigh,

figure

convenient,” she says, putting her chin in her hand and

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

haughtiness, grinning at her, “that would be

as gentle, and loving, and restorative as

in my personality -”

gives me a little false glare, and I laugh, Sinclair nods

then Cora cocks her head to the

something.

looks around. “Actually,”

I had a

agree and start to stand up but

a little. “Why?”

said,” Cora says, turning to him,

time, to see if we can sort through

little and I laugh a little

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

right now

a little

says, wrapping an arm around

taking Rafe from my arms so that Cora and I can

teach you how to

laugh as the men

then head

ask eagerly, moving my chair closer to my

see each other in the

looking down

it through as she goes. “She said

at me now, her mouth twisted to the side

you think I’m like broken,

that, but she puts up a

I need to be

access the gift?”

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

to get the gift from mom – or at least to access

like, do something to

ceremony like that.”

says, shrugging.” Do you want to…give it

hands. And then, quite quickly,

over her body. Her wolf raises her nose to

it a warm little nudge, and I smile as I

thousand shades of brown, from the lightest

Cora, seeking any places that she’s hurt or

come up with nothing.

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

as my gift can

back in the chair and

on to the next

could try healing you?”

my face

gifts were linked. Maybe I

me

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

that

just got distracted. ” My gift could fix

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

state I use when I access my gift.

and, importantly, not to

heal it myself.

few minutes, I gasp a little when

I see Cora

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