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. Hank gives me

from across the room where he’s consulting with some of the

physical therapy after their wounds the healing

– and I happily

of the clinic where Roger and Sinclair

tended to meet.

little as I look around the clinic

little barrack

so that we can get out

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

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

normal

remember that…well, that the

state it’s in now – did Sinclair like…send someone to clean it up? Or are they

out my tongue a little in disgust and turn my

I arrive at the door in the back. But still

miss my normal

anymore? Did it exist? Or did

when he

little knock on the door as I push

and smile as I come

of my tiny baby

small against

say, giving everyone a nod but fixing my

to him. “And how is my baby

my hand before

his warm side, pretending

standing on my

unstrap Rafe from Sinclair’s body,

arms.

Ella?” Henry asks.

into his

sigh, bouncing my happy

is finally

a marvelous smile

it’s good to

of wounds – it’s

“Imagine what you could do if

a battlefield, turning soldiers

I want to think of my

aloud.

seem…a little anti-goddess, doesn’t

I ask, looking at the table before them which

with paper. “And

informs me, putting a

our next steps. We’ll want

is in with a lady doctor she called to come

that’s necessary,”

OBGYN,

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