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.

at the realization that it’s done. Hank

he’s consulting with some of

to need physical therapy after their

– and I happily

the back of the clinic

tended to meet.

the clinic as I pass through

it into a little barrack in itself. And

be done with this so that we

for letting it be a place

want to sleep in my big bed and tuck my little baby into his

a normal

then I remember that…well, that the last time we

it’s in now – did Sinclair like…send someone

in disgust and turn my

I arrive at the door in the back. But still the

I miss my

even was my normal life anymore? Did it exist? Or did

when he came

sigh, giving a little knock on the door as I push

as I come into the

at the sight of my tiny baby strapped

He just looks so small against the wide expanse of

a nod but fixing my

“And

says, grabbing my hand before I can touch

me to his warm side, pretending a jealousy that

standing

from Sinclair’s

arms.

finished, Ella?” Henry asks. Roger stands up straight and tucks

into his

cheerful sigh, bouncing my happy baby a

is finally

Henry says with a marvelous smile

– it’s good to see

level of wounds – it’s quite

his brow lifting. “Imagine

on a battlefield, turning

I want to

aloud. “True,” he concedes with

little anti-goddess,

I ask, looking

with paper. “And

informs me, putting a steady

We’ll want to know what you

with a lady doctor she

see why that’s necessary,” he adds with a tiny scowl. ” Considering she is

OBGYN,

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