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 -”

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

exhaustion now?” he asks, looking me over from top

men need. Honestly the extent of the burns that

I look up at him again

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

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

okay,” Roger murmurs, opening his eyes and leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead. ”

him fully, peering at some of the red

than usual. Like whatever that

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 what I

me. As Roger puts a sweet, concerned hand on the side of my face, Ella comes over. “Cora,” she whispers,

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

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

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

where 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

looking around.

heal – are likewise amplified. I wonder if, really, that ability to heal is