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.

quite light, suddenly, at the realization that it’s done.

he’s consulting with

physical therapy after their wounds

doesn’t do everything – and I happily

to the back of the clinic where

tended to meet.

a little as I look around the clinic as I pass through it.

it into a little barrack in itself. And honestly, part of me

done with this so that we can

a place of healing but…well, I want

big bed and tuck my little

normal night’s

that…well, that the last time we left that

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

stick out my tongue a little in disgust and turn

back. But still the

miss

anymore? Did

out when he came for

little knock on the door

and smile as

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

just looks so small

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

“And how is my baby

Sinclair says, grabbing my hand before I can touch

his warm side, pretending a

say, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him

Rafe from Sinclair’s body, wanting him

arms.

asks. Roger stands

his pockets, listening

cheerful sigh, bouncing my happy baby a little

is finally

marvelous smile that warms me from

He’s been so dour lately – it’s good

that level of

lifting. “Imagine what you could

a battlefield, turning

I want to think of my

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

seem…a little anti-goddess,

up to?” I ask, looking at the

scattered with paper.

putting a steady hand on

steps. We’ll want

a lady doctor she called to come

don’t see why that’s necessary,” he adds with

OBGYN,

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