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?”

can’t even

She frowns a little in frustration,

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

coming up roses.

all right Cora,” I say with my own

“We’ll figure

convenient,” she says, putting her chin in her hand and scowling

bit, “if my gift had been healing

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

gentle, and loving, and restorative as

in my personality -”

as she gives me a little false

But then Cora cocks her head to

something.

straight and looks around.

you mind if Ella and I had a minute

start to

little. “Why?”

Cora says, turning to

A little sister time, to see if we can sort

twists his mouth a little and I laugh a

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

for a single moment right now

him a little shove, he sighs and stands

on, new papa,” Sinclair says, wrapping

arms so that Cora and

“I’ll teach you how

I laugh as the men help

head inside

ask eagerly, moving my chair closer

we can better see each other in

looking down at her hands

as she goes. “She said that you could help

twisted to the side as she tries to

“Do you think

that, but she puts

like, do I need to be healed? With your powers? So

access the gift?”

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

go out into the desert to get the gift from mom – or

like, do something to get it going. Some sort

ceremony like that.”

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

her hands. And then, quite quickly, I run

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

it a warm little nudge, and I smile as I sense her. Such a pretty wolf –

brown, from the lightest tawny to

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

come up with nothing.

her hands and sinking

fine, as far as my gift can

the chair and gnawing at

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

could try healing you?”

my face twisting

said all the gifts were linked. Maybe I can…heal a

me

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

sigh, realizing that

gift could fix this up in a cinch

in hers, closing her eyes

the meditative state I use when I access my gift.

very still and, importantly, not to fall into

heal it myself.

little when I

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

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