Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate (PDF) novel Chapter 356

#Chapter 356 – Long Days

Ella

Cora wasn’t kidding when she said that there was a lot to do for the wounded men. Honestly, I underestimated her – or she’s a much faster and better worker for me, because I fall into bed at the end of each day totally wiped, asleep before Sinclair can even say goodnight to me.

The boys are busy too and I feel a little sorry for Cora and Roger, honestly. They should be living in a newly-mated newly-pregnant love bubble right now, and instead she’s spending all day healing while he’s trapped in a boardroom with his brother and his father, trying to figure out how to defeat my estranged uncle.

“How can you feel sorry for them,” Sinclair says to me when I take a break to feed Rafe. He comes to spend these little stolen moments with me, knowing that they’re some of the only moments I’ll be able to sit and concentrate on something else for a few minutes. “It’s not like you and I got to enjoy any kind of love bubble.”

“Yes we did,” I say, frowning at him. ” Dominic, we had so much S** in those first few months when we discovered I was pregnant -”

“Sure,” he says, a little sarcastic as he draws his brows together. “Between me accusing you of stealing my sperm, and then the constant attacks, and then having to flee the country – yeah, totally had a peaceful little love bubble somewhere in there.”

I laugh as I consider it, shaking my head and looking down at my sweet hungry baby. “I don’t know,” I say, giving a little shrug. “It was all wonderful to me. But maybe I just forget all the horrible parts as some side effect of pregnancy – like how mothers have to forget the pain of birth, or else they’d never do it again.”

Sinclair moves closer to me, putting an arm around me to let me and Rafe lean close against his broad, muscled chest. “Or,” he murmurs, “it could be that the pleasure was just so good that it completely overshadowed the pain

“Oh yes,” I murmur back, smirking a little. “Clearly, Dominic, the S** is so good that I barely remember my nearly -fatal injuries

He laughs now, shaking his head, and we both shrug it off, knowing that it doesn’t matter. That we wouldn’t trade any of what we went through for something different. Because it’s worth it all of it is worth it.

And I keep that idea in my heart as I spend hour after hour trailing behind Cora, tending to the poor men who were willing to sacrifice their health in the effort to save my little boy. The hours feel endless – changing bandages, administering medicine, checking in with the men to see how they’re recovering –

Honestly, I’m shocked by it, a little bit – especially the idea that Cora deemed three men too far beyond her ability to care for and sent them away. Because, honestly, some of these men seem to be doing pretty poorly – it baffles me to consider that there are some who were even worse.

“Should we send some of these men to Hank, Cora?” I ask late one afternoon, wiping the sweat from my brow. “Can we – can we really handle this?”

“We should keep them here, Ella,” Cora says quietly, “unless they need critical care. Hank – and all the other hospitals – they’re totally overwhelmed as it is with the aftermath of the war. These men- they’re on the mend, if not slowly. And Roger and Sinclair brought in enough medicine to keep us going. I know it looks bad but,” she sighs, looking around the room at all the men we’re helping. “They’ll get through it.”

“Should it be taking this long?” I whisper, concerned. “Roger and Sinclair…”

She nods, biting her lip, understanding me. “I don’t know. I’m used to our mates’ fast healing too but Ella, they’re both pretty remarkable, powerful specimens.”

“I heal fast too, though,” I murmur.

“Yah,” she says, rolling her eyes at me a little. “Probably the goddess blood in you,” “Your blood too,” I murmur, poking her in the shoulder.

She nods, letting it pa*s, but she does look over the men with some concern. It does seem to be taking longer than I’d expect it to as well…” she sighs, looking down at her battered clipboard as if it holds the answers. “Maybe there was something in the spell designed to inhibit the healing…”

“If only we all had a little bit of the goddess blood,” I murmur, looking around. “It seems unfair.’ Cora looks up suddenly and blinks, turning to me.