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.

the realization that it’s done. Hank gives

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

after their wounds

it doesn’t do everything – and I happily wave

to the back of the clinic where

tended to meet.

little as I look around the clinic

barrack in itself. And honestly,

so that we

for letting it be a place

my big bed and tuck my little

a normal night’s

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

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

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

door in the back. But still the sentiment

I miss my

my normal life anymore? Did it

out when he came for

sigh, giving a little knock on the door

and smile as I come into

again at the sight of my tiny

He just looks so small against the

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

to him. “And how is my baby

hand before I

to his warm side, pretending a jealousy that makes

to hear that,” I say, standing on my

to unstrap Rafe from Sinclair’s body, wanting

arms.

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

into his pockets,

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

is finally all patched

smile that warms me from the

lately – it’s good

of wounds –

lifting. “Imagine what you

battlefield,

not sure I want to think of my mother’s

aloud.

seem…a little

to?” I ask, looking at

scattered with paper. “And where

Sinclair informs me, putting a steady

next steps. We’ll want to know

she called to

that’s necessary,” he adds

OBGYN, Roger,”

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