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?”

she replies, sighing a little. “I can’t even figure

little in

is going to wipe out her joy today. Everything for her – for

coming up roses.

Cora,” I say with my

figure it

her chin in her hand and scowling

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

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

everyone can be as gentle, and loving, and

in my personality -”

gives me a little false glare, and I laugh,

But then Cora cocks her head to the

something.

she sits up straight and looks around. “Actually,”

Ella and I had

start to stand up but Roger

little. “Why?” he

turning to him, “about

little sister time, to see if we

little and I laugh a little when I

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

right now not with

still, when she gives him a

says, wrapping an arm

taking Rafe from my arms so that Cora and

how

I laugh as the

then head

you thinking?” I ask eagerly, moving my chair

see each other in the dim

said,” Cora sighs, looking down at her hands

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

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

“Do you think I’m like broken,

deny that, but she puts up a hand to stop

I need to be

access the gift?”

and sitting up straight.

the desert to get the gift

do something to get it going. Some sort

ceremony like that.”

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

hands. And then, quite quickly, I

body. Her wolf raises her

a warm little nudge, and I smile as I sense

brown, from

as I scan Cora, seeking any places

come up with nothing.

I sigh, dropping her hands and sinking back

as

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

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

could try healing you?”

ask, my face twisting

mom also said all the gifts were

will allow me

to her. “I cut my

that I’ve been meaning to heal

fix this up

shrugs and takes my hand in hers,

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

still and, importantly, not to fall into

heal it myself.

gasp a little when

where the cut is. I see Cora push and concentrate, but

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