Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 357 – Healing

Ella

I push my suspicions aside as I come to Cora’s side as she explains to Conner – the bright, red-haired young man who noticed that the men who attacked me didn’t transform into their wolves – our plan.

“Sure,” ,” he says, blinking up at both of us when Cora asks if he’d be willing to let me try to heal him with the Goddess power. “Um,” he says next, hesitating a little, “does it hurt?”

“Um,” I reply, rubbing an anxious hand up and down my arm, “I don’t think so? But then again, I’ve only tried it on myself?” I look over at Cora to see if she has any ideas, but she just shrugs.

“Consider it a very experimental treatment,” Cora says, turning back to Conner. “But I think Ella is right – it never seemed to hurt her before, when she used it. Or that one time I used it. But if it works!” she gives him a big smile now, “I think you will be a very happy little guinea pig!”

“Guinea pig?” he asks, confused. “Will I is this going to transform me into a guinea pig!?”

“No,” I say, laughing and sitting down on the edge of his bed, reaching for his arm, which he pulls away from me in sudden anxiety. “Seriously!” I say, laughing still. “That’s just a common phrase – you don’t know it? Maybe it’s a human phrase. For like, a creature who gets experimented on first.”

“Oh,” Conner says, relaxing a little but still looking at us warily. But then he nods, letting us know that he’s on board. “Just a lot of strange….magic, I guess, these days. Magic that I don’t think we’ve had a lot of exposure to before.”

details as she runs a hand over her stomach, which

do, and I give her a bright grin, which she returns. “Okay!” she says. “Conner, can we try it on the burn on your

the gauze away, wincing as he reveals an angry, wet red wound. I sit back again, grimacing at it, reminded again of why I didn’t become a

as lost as I am. “I don’t know, Ella,” she says, waving

doing anything to engage with the wound, I reach out and hover my hands over

into the state than it has been before – maybe because I’m not wounded, or growing a child, or stressed in any real way. This time, the relaxation comes

it, Ella,” Cora whispers next to me, and I can tell that she’s excited but working hard

deep breath and, when I exhale, I begin to seek for pain. I feel the gift move then, as it’s done before – it sweeps through me first, seeking to heal anything, but when it doesn’t find anything it…pulses a little, curious, almost wondering why I’ve

asking it to look…further than me. To go outside. And it feels, a very little bit, like the time that I pa*sed it to Cora – though it’s hard to compare, because I had been so

like I don’t have to shove the entire gift into someone’s hands before I collapse under the weight of it. But instead, like I can just take a piece of it,

very real pain in front of me, radiating up towards my hands. And so I give it a little nudge, and push the gift towards it, and I

to me, I hear Cora gasp, and Conner inhale sharply, but I do my very best to not let myself be drawn away, to continue with my steady

ebb, and steady. Until I can’t feel it at all. And then I pull my hands back, and lay them in my lap, and take a

wide open. “Did it work?” I breathe, curious. And neither say a word, so I dart my eyes

my own mouth

His wound it’s…

the wound is not gone it’s just…fixed. The skin has

honestly looks as if it just healed it. On Conner’s arm is a new patch of flesh, still

it, and

see the bright smile on his face, the tears in his eyes, I burst into joyful laughter myself, hardly able to believe it. And then Cora lets out a shriek of joy and throws herself on top of me in a crazy hug, knocking me back against the bed and poor Conner’s legs as