The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 350

Chapter 350-Cora

It’s hours, hours later when I finally have a moment to step back and breathe. And when I do, I feel my head spin and stumble back a step or two. Roger is there, instantly, his hand on my back.

“Cora,” he says, pulling me closer to him, tilting up my face so that he can study me. “Are you all right? You’re – ”

“I’m fine,” I mutter, frustrated, trying to push away and get back to work. I have a moment to breathe, but honestly there’s so much more that – needs to be done for these men –

“No,” Roger says, stubborn. “You’re pushing yourself too far – you’re pregnant, Cora -”

“Roger,” I sigh, turning to glare at him in earnest now and putting a hand on his chest. “This cannot be the refrain that I hear for the next nine – or six or however many months, all right? I am not going to stop doing my job-stop healing people – just because I’m pregnant.”

I hear Roger begin to growl in protest but I lock my teeth together, staring up at him, hard. And, slowly, I see him start to relent, to remember the person who he chose as his mate.

“This is my life, Roger,” I whisper, ” my identity. I’m a doctor – I made an oath! I’m going to help them.”

“All right,” he replies, taking a step back. “But Cora, please -”

know,” I say, nodding and starting to look around the room. “I’ll be careful – I’ll stop before I’m

are you to exhaustion now?” he asks, looking me over from top to bottom, his eyes

with myself. Honestly, I’m not far off – but there’s still so much that these men need. Honestly the extent of the burns that they came in with some of them

Roger ask, and then when I look up at him again I feel him place his

still so he can check in on the baby. Roger closes his eyes and concentrates and I’m a little sorry as I see that it’s hard for him. I remember the way that Sinclair communicated with Rafe while Ella was

to have the full fatherhood experience, with all of its blessings. And it breaks my heart that my body – my humanness has taken a little of that

eyes and leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead. ”

I turn to him fully, peering at some of the red

than usual. Like whatever that priest did to hurt us like this

my attention to Roger’s forearms, which were the worst blistered. Slowly, I unwrap the bandage on one and he hisses at the pain of it. I get a brief glimpse of the skin below before I wrap him back up. “You’re healing,” I say, looking up at him, “but yes, the pace is …worse than

me. As Roger puts a sweet, concerned hand on the side of my face, Ella comes

the room where her mate naps lightly, Rafe secure in his

away from me. “More his pride hurt than anything, and he’s frustrated,” she says, giving a chagrined little smile to Roger. “I know you

shaking his head. “And he burned all of his supplies on his way out, along with us, so we don’t have much information from

where Henry is rolling between the beds, speaking kindly to any of the men who

our losses,” Roger murmurs, looking around.

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