Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 356 – Long Days

Ella

Cora wasn’t kidding when she said that there was a lot to do for the wounded men. Honestly, I underestimated her – or she’s a much faster and better worker for me, because I fall into bed at the end of each day totally wiped, asleep before Sinclair can even say goodnight to me.

The boys are busy too and I feel a little sorry for Cora and Roger, honestly. They should be living in a newly-mated newly-pregnant love bubble right now, and instead she’s spending all day healing while he’s trapped in a boardroom with his brother and his father, trying to figure out how to defeat my estranged uncle.

“How can you feel sorry for them,” Sinclair says to me when I take a break to feed Rafe. He comes to spend these little stolen moments with me, knowing that they’re some of the only moments I’ll be able to sit and concentrate on something else for a few minutes. “It’s not like you and I got to enjoy any kind of love bubble.”

“Yes we did,” I say, frowning at him. ” Dominic, we had so much S** in those first few months when we discovered I was pregnant -”

“Sure,” he says, a little sarcastic as he draws his brows together. “Between me accusing you of stealing my sperm, and then the constant attacks, and then having to flee the country – yeah, totally had a peaceful little love bubble somewhere in there.”

I laugh as I consider it, shaking my head and looking down at my sweet hungry baby. “I don’t know,” I say, giving a little shrug. “It was all wonderful to me. But maybe I just forget all the horrible parts as some side effect of pregnancy – like how mothers have to forget the pain of birth, or else they’d never do it again.”

Sinclair moves closer to me, putting an arm around me to let me and Rafe lean close against his broad, muscled chest. “Or,” he murmurs, “it could be that the pleasure was just so good that it completely overshadowed the pain

“Oh yes,” I murmur back, smirking a little. “Clearly, Dominic, the S** is so good that I barely remember my nearly -fatal injuries

shrug it off, knowing that it doesn’t matter. That we wouldn’t trade any of what we went through for something

I spend hour after hour trailing behind Cora, tending to the poor men who were willing to sacrifice their health in the effort to save my little boy. The hours feel endless – changing bandages, administering medicine, checking in with the men

her ability to care for and sent them away. Because, honestly, some of these men seem to be doing pretty

send some of these men to Hank, Cora?” I ask late one afternoon, wiping the sweat from my brow.

Ella,” Cora says quietly, “unless they need critical care. Hank – and all the other hospitals – they’re totally overwhelmed as it is with the aftermath of the war. These men- they’re on the mend, if not slowly. And Roger and Sinclair brought in enough medicine to keep us going. I know it looks bad but,” she

be taking this long?” I whisper, concerned. “Roger

used to our mates’ fast healing too but Ella, they’re both pretty

heal fast too,

“Probably the goddess blood in you,” “Your blood too,” I

to as well…” she sighs, looking down at her battered clipboard as if it holds the answers. “Maybe there was something in the spell designed to inhibit the

little bit of the goddess blood,” I murmur, looking around. “It seems unfair.’ Cora looks up

I ask, turning

she says, cocking her head a

I ask again,

On the night when he came over to my -” she hesitates for a moment, place – and blushes a little, and I suddenly know precisely the night she means. I

want to go into the medical field. So that

little ridiculously, as if I could see

and a little breathless. “I don’t know,” I say, snapping my head up to look at her. “I mean, I’ve only used it to heal myself. Do you

I used it to to do whatever I did. I don’t

that a healing?” Cora just shrugs, staring at me, and then we both laugh because

“mom could have given us like, a little instructions pamphlet, couldn’t