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 done. Hank

he’s consulting with some of the men

to need physical therapy after their wounds

doesn’t do everything – and I happily wave back as I pass out

of

tended to meet.

I look around the clinic as I

instead turning it into a little barrack in itself. And honestly, part

be done with this so that we can

be a

my big bed and tuck my little baby into

a normal night’s

the last time we left that bedroom

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

a little in disgust

the back. But still the sentiment is there. I’m dying

I miss my normal

normal life anymore? Did it exist? Or did Xander wipe

he

a little knock on

heads look up at me and smile as I come

tiny baby strapped in his carrier

chest. He just looks so small against the wide expanse

nod but

“And

my hand before I can touch the baby

side, pretending a jealousy that makes

standing on my tiptoes to

from

arms.

all finished, Ella?” Henry asks. Roger stands

into his

say with a cheerful sigh, bouncing my happy baby a

is finally

Henry says with a marvelous smile that

He’s been so dour lately – it’s good to see

that level of

his brow lifting. “Imagine what you

a battlefield,

“I’m not sure I want to

aloud. “True,” he

little anti-goddess,

to?” I ask, looking at the

paper. “And where is

plans,” Sinclair informs me, putting

want to know what you

Cora is in 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 is

can say OBGYN,

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