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.”

runs a hand over her stomach, which is

she returns. “Okay!” she says. “Conner, can we try it on the burn on

immediately when he pulls 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 nurse. But then I steel myself and sit

don’t know, Ella,” she says, waving a vague

strange not to be doing anything to

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

she’s excited but working hard not to distract me too much. “You’re glowing. Now, do you feel like

it’s done before – it sweeps through me first, seeking to heal

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

now, when I’m 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 it. But instead, like

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

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

pull my hands back, and lay them in my lap, and take a few deep breaths as I allow the lavender

wide open. “Did it work?” I breathe, curious. And neither

own mouth falls

His wound it’s…

is not gone it’s just…fixed. The skin has closed over what was a few moments before a pussy, bloody burn. And it’s not as if the magic has unmade the wound and returned the arm to its former state

arm is a new patch of flesh, still tender and pink and hairless, without any of the freckles

and then up at

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,