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.”

checking some final details as she runs a hand over her stomach, which is hosting what we can best describe as the first human-wolf hybrid pup

she says. “Conner, can we try it on the burn on your arm?” she asks, pointing to the gauze on his right forearm. “I think that’s a minor enough wound that it could be

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 closer, looking up at Cora.

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

not to be doing anything to engage with the wound, I reach out and hover my hands over Conner’s arm as I close my

– maybe because I’m not wounded, or growing a child, or stressed in any real way. This time, the relaxation comes almost immediately and I

me, and I can tell that she’s excited but working hard not to distract me too

pain. I feel the gift move then, as it’s done before – it sweeps through me first, seeking to heal anything, but when

a little push, asking it to look…further than me. To go outside. And it feels, a very little bit, like the time

gift into someone’s hands before I collapse under the weight of it. But instead,

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

I do my very best to not let myself be drawn away, to

pain beneath my hands cool, and 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 few deep breaths as I allow the lavender

work?” I breathe, curious. And neither say a

own mouth falls

His wound it’s…

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

flesh, still tender and pink and hairless,

I breathe, staring at it, and then up

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