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.

at the realization that

the room where he’s consulting with some

physical therapy after

and I happily wave

of the clinic where Roger and Sinclair

tended to meet.

a little as I look around the clinic as I pass through it. We haven’t left

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

be done with this so that we can

for letting it be a place of healing

I want to sleep in my big bed and tuck

normal night’s

that…well, that the last time we left

idea what state it’s in now – did Sinclair like…send someone to clean it up? Or are they

out my tongue a little in disgust and turn my

the back. But

miss my

life anymore? Did it exist? Or

out when he

sigh, giving a little knock on the door as I push

at me and smile as I come into

the sight of my tiny baby strapped in

chest. He just looks so small against the wide expanse of Sinclair’s

giving everyone a nod but

over to him. “And how is

grabbing my hand before I can touch the baby

side, pretending a jealousy

standing on my tiptoes to kiss

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

arms.

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

his pockets, listening

a cheerful sigh, bouncing my

finally all patched

says with a marvelous smile that warms me from the

He’s been so dour lately – it’s good

level of wounds –

lifting. “Imagine

on a battlefield, turning soldiers

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

I say, thinking aloud. “True,” he

little anti-goddess, doesn’t

are you all up to?” I ask, looking at the

with paper. “And

making plans,” Sinclair informs me, putting

next steps. We’ll want

a lady doctor she called to

why that’s necessary,” he adds with a

OBGYN, Roger,” I say,

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