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 -”

– I’ll stop before I’m totally exhausted. I

asks, looking me over from top to bottom, his

– but there’s still so much that these men need. Honestly the extent of the burns that they came in with some of them down to the bone – I cringe to even think

then when I look up at him again I feel him place his

I agree to stay 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 pregnant it

concentrates, but…I do wish it was easier for him. I want him to have the full fatherhood experience, with all

forward to press his lips against my forehead.

agree, nodding. And then I turn to him fully, peering at some of the red skin on his face. “How is your healing

a growl. “Much slower than usual. Like whatever that priest did to hurt us like this

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

sweet, concerned hand on the side of my face, Ella comes

mate naps lightly, Rafe secure in his arms even as he sleeps. Sinclair’s burns were worse

“More his pride hurt than anything, and he’s frustrated,”

supplies on his way out, along with us, so we don’t

out, nodding towards where Henry is rolling between the beds, speaking kindly to any of

around. “We are so…so lucky

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