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 oath! I’m going

replies, taking a step back. “But Cora,

room. “I’ll be careful – I’ll stop before I’m

now?” he asks, looking me over from top to bottom, his

moment 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 – I cringe to

look up at

I breathe, nodding 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 hard for

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

murmurs, opening his eyes and leaning forward to press his

him fully, peering at some of the red skin on his

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

turn my attention to Roger’s 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

hand on the side of my face, Ella comes over.

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 came

anything, and he’s frustrated,” she says, giving a chagrined little

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

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

Roger murmurs, looking around. “We are

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