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

little in frustration, even though we’re all

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

coming up roses.

I say with my own contented

figure

be convenient,” she says, putting her chin in

bit, “if my gift had been

with a mock haughtiness, grinning at her, “that

can be as gentle, and loving, and

in my personality -”

little false glare, and I laugh, Sinclair nods

cocks her

something.

up straight and looks around.

I had a minute out here

agree and start to

a little. “Why?” he

said,” Cora says, turning

little sister time, to see if we can

mouth a little and I laugh a little when

forgive him, because I know he doesn’t

a single moment right now

she gives him a little shove, he sighs and stands

on, new papa,” Sinclair says, wrapping

Rafe from my arms so that Cora

“I’ll teach you how to change a

but Cora and I laugh as the men help Henry onto

then head inside the

you thinking?” I ask eagerly,

that we can better see each other in the dim light of the

Cora sighs, looking down at her hands and

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

her mouth twisted to the side as

you think I’m like broken, or

that, but she puts up a

I need to be healed? With your powers? So that I

access the gift?”

straight. “I mean, that would make

into the desert to get the gift from mom – or

need to like, do something to

ceremony like that.”

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

her hands. And then, quite

Her wolf raises her nose to the gift as

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

from the lightest

Cora, seeking any places that she’s hurt or tied

come up with nothing.

hands and sinking back onto the chair.

far as my gift

the chair

to the next option. “Um,” she says,

could try healing you?”

I ask, my

mom also said all the gifts were

that will allow me to

out to her. “I cut my finger this

T say with a sigh, realizing that I’ve been meaning to heal it all

got distracted. ” My gift could fix this up

my hand in hers, closing her eyes and

the meditative state I use when I access my gift. I do my very best

still and, importantly, not to fall into that

heal it myself.

gasp a little when I do feel a

where the cut is. I see Cora push and

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