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.”

some final details as she runs a hand over her stomach,

grin, which she returns. “Okay!” she says. “Conner, can we try it on the burn on your arm?”

wincing as he reveals an angry, wet red wound. I sit back again, grimacing at it, reminded again

shrugs at me, as lost as I am. “I don’t know, Ella,” she says, waving a vague

because it feels strange not to be doing anything to engage with the wound, I reach out and hover my hands

because I’m not wounded, or growing a child, or stressed in any real way. This time, the relaxation comes almost immediately and I find myself sinking quite deeply into that space where the

it, Ella,” Cora whispers next to me, and I can tell that she’s excited but working hard not to distract

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 called

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,

strong, I feel like I have so much more control – like I don’t have to shove the entire gift into someone’s hands before I collapse under the weight of

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

gasp, and Conner inhale sharply, but I do my very best to not

lay them in my lap,

staring at me, their jaws wide open. “Did it work?” I breathe, curious. And neither

my own mouth falls

His wound it’s…

my eyes. And as I study it I realize that the wound is not gone it’s just…fixed. The skin has closed over what

healed it. On Conner’s arm is a new patch of flesh, still tender and pink and hairless, without any of

my god,” I breathe, staring at it, and then up at Cora,

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 she,