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 it’s done. Hank gives me

where he’s consulting with

physical therapy after their wounds

do everything – and I happily wave back as I

heading to the back of the clinic where Roger and

tended to meet.

clinic as I pass through it. We

barrack in itself. And honestly, part

pleased to be done with this so that we can get out of here. I’m

a place of healing but…well,

to sleep in my big bed and tuck my little baby into

normal

I remember that…well, that the last

idea what state it’s in now – did Sinclair

disgust

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

I miss my

my normal life anymore? Did it exist?

when he came for my

on the

at me and smile as I come into the

the sight of my tiny baby strapped in his

just looks so small against the wide expanse

he is,” I say, giving everyone a nod but fixing my eyes on my

“And how

says, grabbing my hand before I can touch the

to his warm side, pretending a jealousy that makes

hear that,” I say, standing on

unstrap Rafe from Sinclair’s body,

arms.

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

his pockets,

I say with a cheerful sigh, bouncing my happy baby a little in

is finally all patched

says with a marvelous smile that warms

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

after that level of wounds

his brow lifting. “Imagine what you could do if

battlefield,

him a little. “I’m not sure I want to think of my mother’s gift

aloud. “True,” he concedes with a shrug.

little anti-goddess,

you all up to?” I ask, looking at the

with paper.

informs me, putting a steady hand on my

want

a lady doctor she called to come

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

say OBGYN, Roger,” I say,

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