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

frowns a little in frustration, even though

wipe out her joy today. Everything for her – for

coming up roses.

Cora,” I say with my own contented sigh, leaning

figure it

says, putting her chin in

my gift had been healing too. Considering that I’m a

a mock haughtiness, grinning at her, “that would be

everyone can be as gentle, and loving, and restorative as me, Cora –

in my personality -”

little false glare, and I laugh, Sinclair nods as if

fair point. But then Cora cocks

something.

up straight and looks around.

Ella and I had a

and start to stand

little.

mom said,” Cora says, turning to him,

Do you mind? A little sister time, to see if we can sort

I laugh a little when I see that he does

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

single moment right

when she gives him a little shove, he sighs and

says, wrapping an arm

so that

how to change a

laugh as the men

head inside

eagerly, moving

better see each other

said,” Cora sighs, looking down at her

goes. “She said that you

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

you think I’m like broken, or

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

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

access the gift?”

sitting up straight. “I mean, that would

the gift from mom –

to like, do something to get it going. Some

ceremony like that.”

shrugging.” Do you want

for her hands. And

body. Her wolf raises her nose to the

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

a thousand shades of brown, from the

any places that she’s hurt or tied

come up with nothing.

I sigh, dropping her hands and sinking back onto the

fine, as far as

in the chair and gnawing at her

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

could try healing you?”

ask, my face twisting

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

will allow me to

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

with a sigh, realizing that I’ve been meaning

just got distracted. ” My gift could fix this up

hers,

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

and, importantly, not to fall into that

heal it myself.

little when I do feel a

cut is. I see Cora push

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