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.

light, suddenly, at the realization

where he’s

after their wounds the

I happily wave back as I

of

tended to meet.

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

it into a little barrack in itself. And

so that we can get out

be a place of healing but…well, I want to

big bed and tuck my little baby into

a normal night’s

that the last

state it’s in now – did Sinclair

a little in disgust and

the door in the back. But still the sentiment is there. I’m dying to

I miss

life anymore?

when he came for

giving a little knock on the

as

again at the sight of my tiny

chest. He just looks so small against the

say, giving everyone a nod but fixing my eyes on my

to him. “And how is my baby

grabbing my hand

his warm side, pretending a jealousy that

hear that,” I say, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him

from Sinclair’s

arms.

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

into his pockets, listening

say with a cheerful sigh, bouncing my happy baby a

is finally all patched

with a marvelous smile that warms

dour lately – it’s

of wounds –

brow lifting. “Imagine what you could

battlefield,

not sure I want to think of my mother’s gift as

say, thinking aloud. “True,” he concedes

little anti-goddess,

I ask, looking at the table before them which

paper. “And where

plans,” Sinclair informs me, putting

want

lady doctor she

necessary,” he adds with a

OBGYN, Roger,” I

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