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.

realization that

the room where he’s consulting with some of the

to need physical therapy after their wounds the healing does

doesn’t do everything – and I happily

of the clinic where Roger and

tended to meet.

the clinic as I pass

turning it into a little barrack in itself. And honestly, part

that we can

a place of

my big bed and

normal

remember that…well, that the last

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

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

at the door in the back. But still

miss

life anymore? Did it

when he came for

knock on the door as

and smile as I come into the room, and

again at the sight of my tiny baby strapped

small against

giving everyone a nod

him. “And how

my hand before I can touch the

side, pretending a

that,” I say, standing on my tiptoes

to unstrap Rafe from Sinclair’s body, wanting

arms.

finished, Ella?” Henry asks. Roger stands

into his pockets,

bouncing my happy baby a

is finally all patched

says with a marvelous smile that warms

lately – it’s good to see him smile. “That

of

lifting. “Imagine what you could

battlefield, turning

I

I say, thinking aloud. “True,”

seem…a little

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

scattered with paper. “And

me, putting a steady hand

our next steps. We’ll want to know

lady doctor she called to

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

say OBGYN,

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