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?”

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

a little in frustration,

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

coming up roses.

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

“We’ll figure it

says, putting her

had been

a mock haughtiness, grinning at her,

be as gentle, and

in my personality -”

little false glare, and I laugh, Sinclair nods as

cocks her head to the side, clearly

something.

and looks around.

if Ella and I had a minute

and Sinclair immediately agree and start to stand up but

little. “Why?”

says, turning to him, “about

Do you mind? A little sister time, to

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

because I know he doesn’t

a single moment right now not

still, when she gives him a little shove, he

on, new papa,” Sinclair says, wrapping an

that Cora

you how to change a

Cora and I laugh as

head inside the

I ask eagerly, moving my chair closer

each other in the dim light

sighs, looking down

as she goes. “She said that you could help me

at me now, her mouth twisted to the side as

“Do you think

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

to be healed? With your powers? So that

access the gift?”

straight. “I mean, that

the desert to get the gift from mom – or at

we need to like, do something

ceremony like that.”

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

I say, reaching for her hands. And then,

raises her nose to the gift

warm little nudge, and I smile as I sense

from the lightest tawny

as I scan Cora, seeking any places that she’s

come up with nothing.

her hands and sinking

as my gift

likewise sinking back in the chair and gnawing at her lip.

she moves on to the next option.

could try healing you?”

I ask, my face twisting

gifts were linked. Maybe I can…heal a little?

me to

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

a sigh, realizing that I’ve been

My gift could fix this up in a cinch can

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

into the meditative state I use when I access my gift. I do

and, importantly, not to fall into that

heal it myself.

when I do feel a very

the cut is. I see Cora push and

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