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

the room where he’s consulting with some

to need physical therapy after their wounds the

– and I happily wave

room, heading to the back of the

tended to meet.

sigh a little as I look around the clinic as

little barrack

that

for this place, for letting it be a place of

bed and tuck my little

a normal

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

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

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

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

miss

anymore? Did it

out when he

giving a little knock on the

and smile as I

tiny baby strapped in his carrier across

so small against the

he is,” I say, giving everyone a nod

“And how is my baby

my hand before I can touch the

his warm side, pretending

hear that,” I say, standing on my tiptoes

before starting to unstrap Rafe from Sinclair’s body, wanting

arms.

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

his pockets, listening

say with a cheerful sigh, bouncing my happy baby a

finally

with a marvelous smile that warms me

been so dour lately – it’s

that level of wounds – it’s quite

“Imagine what you

a battlefield, turning

little. “I’m not sure I want to think of my

in war,” I say, thinking aloud. “True,” he concedes

little anti-goddess,

to?” I ask, looking at the table before

scattered with paper. “And where is

putting a steady hand on

We’ll want to know what

with a lady doctor she called to come and

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

say OBGYN, Roger,”

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