Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 394 – By the Light of the Fire

Ella

That night, again around the fire, Henry leans forward in his chair and rests his elbows on his knees, smiling around at us.

“So, tell me if I’ve got this right,” he says, clearly tickled by it. “My two sons are mated to two sisters, who each have the Goddess’ blood in their veins, which means…” .” he pauses here, putting his thoughts together, “that all of my grandchildren are going to have mystical powers?”

Cora shrugs, grinning at him. “That’s what she told us,” she says, laughing a little bit.

“Well,” Henry says, pleased, leaning back in his chair and shaking his head in disbelief. “This saves me a great deal of worry.”

Sinclair turns to him confused. ” What? Why?”

“Because,” Henry says, shrugging, trying to hold back his grin. “Imagine if just one of you were mated to a Goddess -born wolf, and only half of my grandchildren had magical powers. At least this way, I don’t have to pretend that I like the non-magical ones as much as the others.”

We all laugh at this, but I shake my head at Henry’s streak of dark humor. Because, beneath it, we all know that it’s not true. He was always going to love all of the grandchildren equally, no matter what.

“I wonder what your gift will be, little baby,” I say to Rafe, who is awake and sitting up in my lap, holding my fingers in his little fists and looking interestedly around at our group. I was very intrigued when Cora told me that all of their gifts would vary according to their personalities – I, like her, had assumed that they would be the same. We still haven’t figured out Cora’s gift yet, though we’ve all be thinking.

“Rafe’s will probably be shooting lasers from his eyes,” Roger murmurs, leaning forward to study my son. I shoot a little glare at Roger and he grins at me.

“No, he’s going to be a healer, like mommy,” I say, kissing Rafe’s head and making him look up at me with a little baby smile. I smile back at him, unable to help it.

“Nah, Rafe’s got a warrior’s soul,” Sinclair says at my side, leaning back in his chair and proudly considering son. It will be something to do with that.”

“Nooo,” I say in denial, glaring at my mate now. “Rafe is gentle. His powers will be for peace.”

“What about ours?” Roger asks, turning to Cora. “Are you getting any hints down the bond?”

little in frustration, even though we’re all aware that nothing is going to wipe out her joy today. Everything

with my own contented sigh, leaning back in my chair. “We’ll figure it

would be convenient,” she says, putting her chin in her hand and scowling at me a

I say with a mock haughtiness, grinning at her, “that would be convenient, but not everyone can

as if it’s a fair point. But

straight and looks around. “Actually,” she says to the men, “would you mind if Ella

Sinclair immediately agree and start to stand up but Roger frowns just a little.

help. Do you mind?

twists his mouth a little and I laugh a little when I see that he does mind, just a bit – but I forgive him, because I know he doesn’t want to be separated from her for a single moment right now not with everything they’ve just discovered. But still, when

arm around Roger’s shoulders after taking Rafe from my arms so that Cora and I can concentrate on each other. “I’ll

but Cora and I laugh as the men help Henry onto the platform lift and then

to my sister’s so that we can better see each other

looking down at her hands and clearly thinking it through as she goes. “She said that you could help me figure it out.” Cora looks up at me now, her mouth twisted to the side as she tries

up a hand to stop me. “No, I mean like, do I need to be healed? With your powers? So

into the desert to get the gift from mom – or at least to access it. Maybe…maybe we need to like,

try,” she says, shrugging.” Do you want

quickly, I run my power through and over her body. Her wolf raises her nose to the gift as it passes her, giving it a warm little nudge, and I smile

seeking any places that she’s hurt or tied up or anything…I come

her hands and sinking back onto the

and gnawing at her lip. I watch her as she moves

my

a little? And maybe doing that will allow me to like, access my

and I hold my hand out to her. “I cut my finger this morning on a bottle cap, T say with a sigh, realizing that I’ve been meaning to heal it

into the meditative state I use when I access my gift. I do my very best to stay very still and, importantly, not to fall into that same meditative state and heal it

very slight tingling at my fingertip where the cut is. I see Cora push and concentrate, but then, five minutes later, when she opens her eyes and peers down

she says,

up to look at my hand. “I did feel