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 out what mine is, let

a little in frustration,

to wipe out her joy today. Everything for her – for all

coming up roses.

say with my own contented sigh, leaning

“We’ll figure

be convenient,” she says, putting her

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

say with a mock haughtiness, grinning at

gentle, and loving, and restorative

in my personality -”

me a little false glare, and I laugh,

cocks her

something.

straight and looks around. “Actually,”

you mind if Ella and I had a minute out here

immediately agree and start to stand up but Roger

little. “Why?”

Cora says, turning to him, “about Ella…being

little sister time, to see if we can sort through

twists his mouth a little and I laugh a little when I see that he does

because I know he doesn’t

single moment right now not with

when she gives him a

says,

Rafe from my arms so that Cora and I can concentrate on

how to

I laugh as the men help

then head inside

thinking?” I ask eagerly, moving my chair closer

can better see each other in the dim light of the

Cora sighs, looking down at her hands and

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

at me now, her mouth twisted to the side

you think I’m like broken,

to deny that, but she puts up a

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

access the gift?”

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

the gift from mom – or

like, do something to get it going. Some sort

ceremony like that.”

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

say, reaching for her hands. And then, quite quickly,

her nose to the

smile as I sense her.

of brown, from

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

come up with nothing.

dropping her hands and sinking back onto the chair.

fine, as far as my gift

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

the next option. “Um,” she says,

could try healing you?”

ask, my face twisting with

gifts were linked. Maybe

will allow me to

I hold my hand out to her. “I cut my

T say with a sigh, realizing that I’ve been meaning to heal

just got distracted. ” My gift could fix this up in a cinch can you do

in hers, closing her eyes and

use when I access my gift.

importantly, not to fall into

heal it myself.

a little when

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

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