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.

from across the room where he’s consulting with some

need physical therapy after their wounds

do everything – and I

of the clinic where Roger and

tended to meet.

clinic as

a little barrack in itself. And

pleased to be done with this so that we can get out of

a place

bed and tuck my little baby into

a normal

the last time we left that bedroom

what state it’s in

stick out my tongue a little in disgust

back. But still the sentiment

I miss my

was my normal life anymore?

out when he came for

sigh, giving a little knock on the door as

me and smile as I come into the room, and I laugh

again at the sight of my tiny baby strapped

just looks so small against the wide

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

“And how is

hand

side, pretending a

I say, standing on my tiptoes to

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

arms.

you all finished, Ella?” Henry asks. Roger stands up

his pockets,

bouncing my happy

is finally all

with a marvelous smile that

so dour lately – it’s good to see him

level of

his brow lifting. “Imagine what you could do if you

a battlefield, turning

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

say, thinking aloud. “True,” he

little

up to?” I ask, looking at the table before them

scattered with paper.

making plans,” Sinclair informs me, putting a steady hand

want to know what

with a lady doctor she called

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

can say OBGYN, Roger,”

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