Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 382

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 382-– Future Plans Ella

It takes days to finish healing all of the men – long days with Cora and Hank by

my side, explaining the intricate details of the wounds. We’ve found that it helps

me concentrate the gift more completely when I know what is wrong that it helps

me to stitch all of the flesh together neatly instead of just throwing a bunch of

power at it and hoping that it sticks.

The gift itself does not deplete – I feel no lessening of it as I continue to use it

for hours on end, day after day – but I certainly feel the toll on my own body as

the days pass. It’s good work and I don’t mind doing it, but healing men, being

the mother to a newborn, and mate to a man who will soon be crowned King of

our little war-torn country? It’s…a lot.

Sinclair tried to help at first, standing with me while I performed my work, but

eventually I shooed him off with the baby because I knew his energies would be

better put elsewhere and that he could concentrate on Rafe better than I can

when I spend half the day in a meditative state. And I also knew that it was

driving Sinclair a little crazy, just standing there watching me, trying to be

supportive.

But now, as I finish up turning the final patch of burned skin on the final soldier

smooth and clear, I stand up with a smile, brushing my hands against my

leggings and wondering where he is.

“Thank you, Luna,” the soldier says, and I beam down at him happily.

“Glad to do it. Hopefully you get some lighter service, though,” I say, cocking my

head as I smile at him. “Fancy being a secretary at all?”

He laughs and shakes his head, running a hand over the freshly-healed skin

and marveling at it. “Not a chance, Luna,” he says. “I’m a fighter, through and

through. I’ll go back on the field for you and the Alpha any day.”

“Well, hopefully not anytime soon, “I sigh, patting him on the shoulder and

turning away to go look for my mate.

suddenly, at the realization that it’s done.

the room where he’s

need physical therapy after their wounds the healing

do everything – and I happily wave back

of the clinic where

tended to meet.

sigh a little as I look around the clinic as I pass through

little barrack in itself.

be done with this so that

for this place, for letting it be a place of healing but…well,

in my big bed and tuck my little baby into his

a normal night’s

that the

I honestly have no idea what state it’s in now – did Sinclair like…send someone

in disgust and turn my mind away

at the door in the back. But still

miss my

my normal life anymore? Did

when he came for

on the door as I

at me and smile as I come into the room, and I laugh

again at the sight of my tiny baby strapped in his carrier

chest. He just looks so small against the wide

he is,” I say, giving everyone a nod but

to him. “And how is my

hand before I

side, pretending a

to hear that,” I say, standing on

unstrap Rafe from Sinclair’s body, wanting him

arms.

all finished, Ella?” Henry asks. Roger stands

his pockets, listening

with a cheerful sigh, bouncing my

is finally all patched

marvelous smile that warms me

– it’s

level of wounds –

his brow lifting. “Imagine what you could do

battlefield, turning soldiers

little. “I’m not sure I want

war,” I say, thinking aloud. “True,” he concedes

seem…a little anti-goddess, doesn’t

to?” I ask,

scattered with paper. “And where

putting

want to know what

lady doctor she called to come

little shrug.” Although I don’t see why that’s necessary,” he adds with a tiny scowl. ” Considering she is

say OBGYN, Roger,” I

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