Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 350 – Aftermath

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 -”

and starting to look around the room. “I’ll be careful – I’ll stop before I’m totally exhausted. I won’t put myself or the

to exhaustion now?” he asks, looking me over from top to bottom, his eyes pausing on my

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

ask, and then when I look up at him

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.

me and when he concentrates, but…I do wish it was easier for him. I want him to have

eyes and leaning forward to press his

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

his voice not much more than a growl. “Much slower than usual. Like whatever that priest did to hurt us

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

all right,” he sighs, I think being brave for me. As Roger puts a sweet, concerned hand on

open my arms 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

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

he burned all of his supplies on his way out, along with us,

the beds, speaking kindly to any of the men who are conscious

Roger murmurs, looking around. “We are so…so lucky

As with the size of their wolves, their access to some of the other wolf powers – increased sense of smell, quick reflexes, the ability to heal – are likewise amplified. I wonder if, really, that ability to heal is what saved them their bodies burned out their