The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

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

asks, looking me over from

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 down to the bone – I cringe to even think

and then when I look up at him again I feel him place his hand against my

baby. Roger closes his eyes and concentrates and I’m a little sorry as I see that it’s hard for him. I

more connection with the baby when he’s touching me and when he concentrates, but…I do wish it was easier for him. I want him to have the full fatherhood experience, with all of its blessings. And it

eyes and leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead. ” Just…let’s not push,

I agree, nodding. And then I turn to him fully, peering at some of the red skin

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

and then turn 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

think being brave for me. As Roger puts a sweet, concerned hand on

out, inviting her in for a hug which she happily accepts. “How is Sinclair?” I ask, looking to the corner of the room where her mate naps lightly, Rafe secure in his arms even as he sleeps. Sinclair’s burns were worse than Rogers, but likewise superficial compared to some that their men faced. Only the two men who waited outside of the sewer came out

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

“And he burned all of his supplies on his way out, along with us, so we don’t have much information from the misadventure either.” He

Henry is rolling between the beds, speaking kindly to any of the men who are conscious and willing to report what they heard and saw. “He’s sure you’ll get something good

to compensate our losses,” Roger murmurs, looking around. “We are