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

She frowns a little in frustration, even though we’re

Everything for her – for

coming up roses.

Cora,” I say with my own contented

“We’ll figure

she says, putting her

“if my gift had been healing too. Considering

a mock haughtiness, grinning at her, “that

can be as gentle, and loving, and restorative

in my personality -”

little false glare, and I laugh, Sinclair

cocks her head

something.

straight and looks

and I had

and Sinclair immediately agree and start to stand up but Roger

little. “Why?” he

says, turning to him,

A little sister time, to see if we

I laugh a little

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

single moment right now not with everything they’ve

him a

says, wrapping an

that

how

as the men help Henry onto the platform

then head inside

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

each other in the dim light

sighs, looking down at her

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

now, her mouth twisted to the side as she tries to

“Do you think

but she puts up a hand to

I need to be healed? With your

access the gift?”

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

to get the

like, do something to

ceremony like that.”

try,” she says, shrugging.” Do you

reaching for her hands. And then, quite quickly, I run my

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

a warm little nudge, and I smile as

from the lightest tawny to nearly

scan Cora, seeking any places

come up with nothing.

hands and sinking back onto the chair.

as far as my

she says, likewise sinking back in the chair

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

could try healing you?”

I ask, my face twisting

the gifts were linked. Maybe I can…heal a

that will allow me to

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

sigh, realizing that I’ve been meaning to heal

could fix this up in a cinch

in hers, closing her

meditative state I use when I

very still and, importantly, not to

heal it myself.

little when I

where the cut is. I see Cora push

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