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.

my identity. I’m a doctor – I made

a step back. “But

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

asks, looking me over from top to

still so much that these men

hear Roger ask, and then when I look up at him again I feel him place his

still so he can check in on the baby. Roger closes his eyes and concentrates and I’m a little

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,

his eyes and leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead. ”

peering at some of the red

growl. “Much slower than usual. Like whatever that priest did to

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. Especially one of

all right,” he sighs, I think being brave for me. As Roger puts a sweet, concerned hand

naps lightly, Rafe secure in his arms even as he sleeps. Sinclair’s burns were worse than

away from me. “More his pride hurt than anything, and he’s frustrated,” she says, giving a chagrined little smile to Roger. “I know you guys are disappointed that the priest

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 misadventure either.” He sighs, full of

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.

Roger murmurs, looking around. “We are so…so lucky

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