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 -”

– I’ll stop before I’m totally

me over from top to bottom, his eyes pausing

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 to the bone –

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

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 little sorry as I see that it’s

easier for him. I want him to have the full

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

nodding. And then I turn to him fully, peering at some

voice not much more than a growl. “Much slower than usual. Like whatever that priest did to hurt us like this had its own curse

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

he sighs, I think being brave for me. As Roger puts a sweet, concerned hand on the side of my

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

his pride hurt than anything, and he’s frustrated,” she says, giving a

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

is rolling between the beds, speaking kindly to any of the men who are conscious and willing to

looking around. “We are

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 is what saved them their bodies burned out their magic working to protect their skin and, because they have what can best be described as more magic, they came out with minor