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 mine

in frustration, even though we’re

her joy today. Everything for her – for all

coming up roses.

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

“We’ll figure it

she says, putting her chin in her hand

bit, “if my gift had been healing too. Considering that I’m a

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

can be as gentle, and loving,

in my personality -”

she gives me a little false

cocks her

something.

looks around. “Actually,”

Ella and I had a

immediately agree and start to stand up but

little.

turning to him, “about Ella…being

mind? A little sister time, to

a little and I laugh a little when I

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

for a single moment right now not with everything they’ve

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

papa,” Sinclair says, wrapping an arm around Roger’s

Rafe from my arms so that Cora and

how to

Cora and I laugh as the men help Henry onto the

head inside the

what are you thinking?” I ask eagerly,

other in the dim light

mom said,” Cora sighs, looking down

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

twisted to the

“Do you think I’m like broken, or

that, but

need to be healed? With your powers? So

access the gift?”

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

desert to get the gift from mom

something to get it

ceremony like that.”

shrugging.” Do

say, reaching for her hands. And then, quite

raises her nose to the gift

I smile as I sense her. Such

thousand shades of brown, from the

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

come up with nothing.

hands and sinking back onto the chair.

far as my

the chair and gnawing at

her as she moves on to the next option. “Um,” she says,

could try healing you?”

my face twisting with

gifts were

me to like,

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

sigh, realizing that I’ve been meaning to heal

My gift could fix this up in a cinch can you

in hers, closing her eyes and

into the meditative state I use when I

and, importantly, not to fall into that

heal it myself.

minutes, I gasp a little when I

cut is. I see Cora push and concentrate,

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