Chapter 349 – 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.

is my life, Roger,” I whisper, ” my identity. I’m a doctor – I made an oath! I’m going

he replies, taking a step back. “But Cora, please

the room. “I’ll be careful – I’ll stop before I’m totally exhausted. I won’t put myself or the baby at

how close are you to exhaustion now?” he asks, looking me

there’s still so much that these men need.

I look up at him again I feel him place his

can check in on the baby. Roger closes his eyes and concentrates and I’m a little sorry as I see that it’s hard for him. I remember the way that Sinclair communicated with Rafe while Ella was pregnant

has much more connection with the baby when he’s touching 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

his eyes and leaning forward to press his lips

turn to him fully, peering at some of the red

more than a growl. “Much slower than usual. Like whatever that priest did to hurt us like this had

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 a werewolf.

puts a sweet, concerned hand on the side of my face,

room where her mate naps lightly, Rafe secure in his arms even as he sleeps.

than anything, and he’s frustrated,” she says,

a missed 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 information from the

interviews,” I point out, nodding towards 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 sure you’ll get something good

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

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