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,

in frustration,

out her joy today. Everything for her – for all of

coming up roses.

my own

“We’ll figure it

putting her chin in her hand

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

mock haughtiness, grinning

and loving, and restorative as me, Cora –

in my personality -”

little false glare, and I laugh,

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

something.

straight and looks around. “Actually,”

you mind if Ella and I had

and Sinclair immediately agree and start to

a little. “Why?” he

said,” Cora says, turning to

time, to see

little and I laugh a little when I see that

because I know he doesn’t want to

moment right now

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

new papa,” Sinclair says, wrapping an arm

Rafe from my arms so that Cora and I can concentrate on

“I’ll teach you how to change

groans but Cora and I laugh as the men help Henry

then head inside

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

each other in the

mom said,” Cora sighs, looking down

as she goes. “She said that you could help

her mouth twisted to

think I’m like broken, or

but she puts up a hand to

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

access the gift?”

say, curious and sitting up straight. “I

out into the desert to get the gift from mom – or

to like, do something to

ceremony like that.”

try,” she says, shrugging.” Do

for her hands. And then, quite quickly,

raises her

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

of brown, from the lightest tawny to nearly

I scan Cora, seeking any places that she’s hurt or

come up with nothing.

hands and sinking back onto

fine, as far as my gift can

in the chair and gnawing at her lip.

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

could try healing you?”

my face twisting with

also said all the gifts were linked. Maybe I can…heal a

will allow me to like, access my full

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

T say with a sigh, realizing that I’ve been meaning

gift could fix this up in a cinch can

takes my hand in hers, closing

use when I access my

still and, importantly, not to fall into that same

heal it myself.

I gasp a little when I do feel a very slight tingling at

where the cut is. I see Cora push and

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