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.

realization that it’s

he’s

going to need physical therapy after their wounds the healing

– and I happily wave

heading to the back of the

tended to meet.

clinic as

a little barrack in itself. And

so that we can get out of here.

letting it be a

big bed and

normal

the last time we

corpses all over it. And I honestly have no idea what state it’s in now – did Sinclair like…send

tongue a little in disgust and turn my mind

the back. But still the sentiment is

miss my normal

what even was my normal life anymore? Did it exist? Or did

he came

knock on the door

me and smile as

my tiny baby strapped in his

small against the

giving everyone a nod but fixing my eyes on my

over to him. “And how is my

great,” Sinclair says, grabbing my hand before I

side, pretending a jealousy that

glad to hear that,” I say, standing

Rafe from

arms.

Henry asks. Roger stands

into his pockets,

I say with a cheerful sigh, bouncing

is finally all patched

marvelous smile

– it’s good to see him smile.

of

brow lifting. “Imagine what

on a battlefield, turning soldiers

him a little. “I’m not sure I want to

thinking aloud. “True,”

little anti-goddess,

you all up to?” I ask, looking at

with paper. “And

informs me, putting

We’ll want to know what

a lady doctor she called to come

necessary,” he adds with a tiny scowl. ” Considering

can say OBGYN, Roger,” I say,

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