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 totally exhausted. I won’t put

looking me over from top to bottom, his eyes pausing on my

take a moment to pause, closing my eyes and checking in 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 down

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

can check in on the baby. Roger closes his eyes and concentrates and I’m a little sorry as I

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 breaks my heart that my body – my humanness has taken a

forward to press his lips against my forehead. ”

I turn to him fully, peering at some

murmurs, his voice not much more than a growl. “Much slower than usual. Like whatever that

get a brief glimpse of the skin below before I wrap

Roger puts a sweet, concerned hand on

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

pride hurt than anything, and he’s frustrated,” she says, giving a chagrined little smile to Roger. “I

burned all of his supplies on his way out, along with us, so we don’t have much information from

the interviews,” I point out, nodding towards where Henry is rolling between the beds, speaking kindly to any of the men who

Roger murmurs, looking around. “We

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