Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 349

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.

a doctor – I made an

taking a

look around the room. “I’ll be careful – I’ll stop

now?” he asks, looking me over from top to bottom, his eyes pausing on my

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 cringe to even think

then when I look up at him again I feel him

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

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 –

eyes and leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead. ” Just…let’s

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

than usual. Like whatever that priest did to hurt

on one and he hisses at the pain of it. I get a brief glimpse of the skin below before I wrap

will be all right,” he sighs, I think being brave for me. As Roger puts a sweet, concerned hand on the side of

“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

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

all of his supplies on his way out, along with us, so

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

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

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