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?”

sighing a little. “I can’t

She frowns a little in frustration,

her joy today. Everything for her

coming up roses.

all right Cora,” I say with my own contented sigh, leaning back in

“We’ll figure it

her chin in her hand and

my gift had been healing too.

say with a mock haughtiness, grinning

can be as gentle, and loving, and restorative as me,

in my personality -”

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

point. But then Cora cocks her head to the side,

something.

she sits up straight and looks

I had a

agree and start to stand up

a little. “Why?” he

turning to him, “about Ella…being

time, to see if we can sort through

his mouth a little and I laugh a little when I see

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

her for a single moment right now not with everything

him a little shove,

papa,” Sinclair says, wrapping an arm around

from my arms so that Cora and I

you how

laugh as the men

head inside

you thinking?” I ask eagerly,

we can better see each other

mom said,” Cora sighs, looking down at her hands

it through as she goes. “She said that you

up at me now, her mouth twisted

think I’m like broken, or

mouth to deny that, but she puts up a

do I need to be healed?

access the gift?”

and sitting up straight. “I mean,

to get the gift from mom –

something to get it going. Some sort

ceremony like that.”

shrugging.” Do you want to…give it a

hands. And then, quite quickly, I run

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

and I smile as I sense her. Such a

of brown, from the lightest tawny to nearly

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

come up with nothing.

her hands and sinking back

far as my gift

the chair and gnawing

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

could try healing you?”

I ask, my face

the gifts were linked. Maybe I can…heal a

doing that will allow me

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

that I’ve been meaning to heal it all

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

my hand in hers,

the meditative state I use when I access my gift.

very still and, importantly, not to fall into that same

heal it myself.

a little when I do feel

I see Cora

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