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 that

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

therapy after their wounds the healing

but it doesn’t do everything – and I happily wave

of the clinic

tended to meet.

look around the clinic as I pass

little barrack in itself. And honestly, part

that we can

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

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

normal night’s

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

what state it’s in now

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

in the back. But still the

I miss my normal

was my normal life anymore? Did it exist? Or

when he came for

on the

and smile as I come into the room, and I

the sight of my tiny baby strapped in his carrier across my

so small

I say, giving everyone a nod but

over to him. “And how is

grabbing my hand before I can touch the

pretending a jealousy that makes

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

to unstrap Rafe from

arms.

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

into his pockets,

cheerful sigh, bouncing my happy baby a little in my

finally all

smile that warms

been so dour lately – it’s good to see

of

brow lifting. “Imagine what

a battlefield, turning soldiers

at him a little. “I’m not sure I want to

say, thinking aloud. “True,”

little anti-goddess,

up to?” I ask,

paper.

making plans,” Sinclair informs me, putting a

steps. We’ll want

she

says with a little shrug.” Although I don’t see why that’s necessary,” he

can say OBGYN, Roger,” I say,

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