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

asks, looking me over from top to bottom, his eyes

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

look up at him again I feel

nodding a little as I agree to stay still so he can check in on the baby. Roger closes his eyes and concentrates and I’m a

to have the full fatherhood experience, with all of its blessings. And it breaks my heart

murmurs, opening his eyes and leaning forward to press his lips

to him fully, peering at some of the red skin on his face. “How

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

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 what I would have hoped for

concerned hand on the side of my face,

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

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

shaking his head. “And he burned all of his supplies on his way out, along with us, so we

to any of the men who are conscious and willing to report what they

our losses,” Roger murmurs, looking around. “We are so…so lucky that

but certainly not unscathed. Roger and Sinclair, I suspect, came out of the situation relatively unharmed because of their genetics. 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