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

a little in frustration, even though we’re all aware

today. Everything

coming up roses.

my own contented sigh, leaning

“We’ll figure it

she says, putting her chin in her

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

haughtiness, grinning at her, “that

and loving,

in my personality -”

a little false glare, and I laugh, Sinclair

point. But then Cora cocks her head

something.

and looks around. “Actually,” she

I had a minute out here

and start to stand up

little. “Why?”

mom said,” Cora says, turning to him, “about

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

I laugh a little when

bit – but I forgive him, because

for a single moment right now not with everything

she gives him a little shove,

says,

so that Cora and I

how to

laugh as the men

head inside

are you thinking?” I ask eagerly, moving my chair

can better see each other

Cora sighs, looking down

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

her mouth twisted to the side as she tries

“Do you think

immediately open my mouth to deny that, but she puts up a hand

be healed? With your powers? So that I

access the gift?”

I say, curious and sitting up straight. “I mean, that would make sense –

the gift from mom – or at least to access

like, do something

ceremony like that.”

shrugging.” Do you

her hands. And then, quite quickly,

and over her body. Her wolf raises her nose to the gift

nudge, and I smile as I sense her.

of brown, from the

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

come up with nothing.

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

as my gift can

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

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

could try healing you?”

my face

the gifts were linked. Maybe I can…heal a

allow me to like, access

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

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

fix this up in a

in hers,

use when I access my gift.

still and, importantly, not to fall into that same

heal it myself.

I gasp a little when I do feel a

the cut is. I see Cora push

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