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

She frowns a little in frustration, even though

to wipe out her joy today. Everything for her

coming up roses.

say with my own contented sigh, leaning back

figure

she says, putting her chin

“if my gift had been healing too. Considering that

with a mock haughtiness, grinning at

gentle, and loving, and restorative as me,

in my personality -”

she gives me a little false glare, and I laugh, Sinclair nods as

Cora cocks

something.

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

I

agree and start to stand up but Roger

a little.

turning to him, “about

A little sister time,

and I laugh a little when I see that he

forgive him, because I know

her for a single moment right now not

him a little shove, he sighs and stands

new papa,” Sinclair says,

arms so that Cora and I can concentrate

teach you how to change a

as the men help Henry onto the

then head

eagerly, moving

we can better see each other in the

mom said,” Cora sighs, looking down at

she goes. “She said that you could help me

mouth twisted to the side as she

think I’m like broken, or

but

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

access the gift?”

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

the gift

to like, do something to get it going. Some

ceremony like that.”

a try,” she says, shrugging.” Do

I say, 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 passes

a warm little nudge, and I smile as I sense her.

of brown, from the lightest tawny to

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

come up with nothing.

her hands and sinking back

as far as my gift can

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

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

could try healing you?”

ask, my face twisting with

were

me to like, access my

to her. “I cut my finger this morning on

a sigh, realizing that I’ve been meaning to heal it

got distracted. ” My gift could fix

in hers, closing her

into the meditative state I use when I access my

importantly, not to fall into that same

heal it myself.

little when I

cut is. I see Cora push and concentrate,

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