Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 361 – Secret Hours

Coral

Ella and I work the rest of the morning, me making the big decisions about who needs the most medical care next and taking Rafe from her when she’s working. I watch every time she heals someone, unable to tear my eyes away from it. And while I thought I would be jealous – honestly, my sister is doing better work then I ever have as a doctor – I can only feel thrilled that we have this incredible tool in our hands.

Especially, especially considering that Roger came to tell me a few hours ago that they plan to attack tonight. That he and Sinclair are, again, going to put their lives on the line to stop this horrible man who wants to hurt our family.

Just the bare idea that Ella can help if they come home in pieces….

I close my eyes for a moment – Rafe sleeping in my arms while Ella settles down and starts talking with her next patient – dismissing the thought. Because if I start to think about what could happen tonight…

I’ll never be able to let him go. I feel a warm presence beside me as my eyes are closed and smile a little, because I know immediately who it is. And I’m gratified to find that I was right when I open my eyes and see my beautiful mate standing there next to me, smiling down into my face.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Roger says softly.

you talking to me?” I ask, “or

looking down and pretending to consider little sleeping Rafe, “I mean he’s cute, but I’m not

laugh a little, shaking my head, but Roger just smiles at me again and raises a hand to my cheek. “How are you holding

it’s all easy for me,” I say, turning towards him with a grin and nodding

miracle get started. “Can you take a break?” he whispers, not wanting to disturb. ” When this one

taking

moment to check

words but I nod, reaching out to take his hand. A break

and hurrying

I want what he wants in this moment, which is just a quiet minute alone with him. Roger lays down first and then I lay my body close next to his, putting my head on his chest and letting my arm trail over his

a deep breath and, even though I can’t see him, I know that he’s closing his eyes, concentrating on his bond with the baby and assessing how the little bean is

to him. Then, with a little chagrin that makes me laugh, he continues. “I think this baby is going to be a workhorse like you. It’s getting all sorts of messages from you that busy means happy. You’re a bad

a little smack on the chest. “What,” I ask, “do you want the baby to be lazy like

my down time. You could benefit from some lazy in your life, Cora.” He begins to run a

moments alone with

asks dramatically, “one of the Reina sisters, admitting that

think that I have in my life thrown myself into my work as a way to feel

Roger

royal blood, and goddess blood, and Sinclair blood. And while our baby was…more spontaneous,” I say,

to get us together,” he sighs, nodding. “That we were kind