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 baby

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

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 – I

I…” I hear Roger ask, and then when I look up at

concentrates and I’m a little sorry as I see that it’s

want him to have the full fatherhood experience, with all of its blessings. And it breaks my heart that my body – my humanness has

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

I turn to him fully, peering at some of the

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

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

think being brave for me. As Roger puts a sweet, concerned hand on the side of my face, Ella comes

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 Rogers, but likewise superficial compared to some that their men

when she pulls away from me. “More his pride hurt than anything, and he’s frustrated,” she says, giving a chagrined little

opportunity,” Roger murmurs, shaking his head. “And he burned all of his supplies on his way out, along with us, so we don’t have much

rolling between the beds, speaking kindly to any of the men who are

enough to compensate our losses,” Roger murmurs, looking around. “We are so…so lucky that everyone came out

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