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.

feel quite light, suddenly, at the realization that it’s done. Hank

room where he’s consulting with some of the

therapy after their wounds the healing

– and I happily wave back

the back of the clinic

tended to meet.

I look around the clinic as I pass through it. We haven’t left

barrack

so that

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

big bed and tuck my little baby into his bassinet.

a normal

that the last time we left that

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

my tongue a little in disgust and turn my mind away from the

I arrive at the door in the back. But still

miss

life anymore? Did

he came for my

giving a little knock on

look up at me and smile as I come into the room, and

the sight of my tiny baby strapped in his carrier

He just looks so small against the

everyone a nod but fixing my eyes on my

“And how is

grabbing my hand before I can

warm side, pretending a jealousy

that,” I say, standing on my tiptoes to

unstrap Rafe from Sinclair’s body, wanting him in

arms.

all finished, Ella?” Henry asks. Roger

into his pockets,

I say with a cheerful sigh, bouncing my happy

is finally all

Henry says with a marvelous smile that warms

so dour lately – it’s good to

of wounds – it’s quite

lifting. “Imagine what you could do

a battlefield,

“I’m not sure I want to think of my mother’s

aloud. “True,”

little anti-goddess, doesn’t

you all up to?” I ask, looking at the table before them

scattered with paper.

making plans,” Sinclair informs me, putting a steady

our next steps. We’ll want to know what you

Cora is in with a lady doctor she called to come

Although I don’t see why that’s necessary,”

OBGYN,

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