Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 412 – The Writer Ella

“Nah,” I say, leaning in to stroke a hand over Benny’s hair, “I can’t shift right now now. I have to go and help some other kids.”

Still suspicious, the boy takes his hand from mine and crosses his arms over his chest. “Tell me your name. When my mom comes back, I’ll ask her to look you up on the internet. Then we’ll know whether or not you’re a wolf.”

Laughing, I tell him my name, and then I look around the tent. “Where is your mom, anyway?” I ask. “I’d like to meet her.”

The little boy is quiet for a moment and then he shrugs. “She’ll be back any minute.”

“Oh,” I say, and then I feel my heart ache a little bit inside of me, though I do my very best to keep my voice cheerful. “Did she just step away? When’s the last time you saw her?”

“Coupla days,” Benny murmurs, looking down at his blankets for a second. I glance up at Isabel, who has come close and was listening. She grimaces and then nods, confirming my suspicions. This little boy hasn’t seen his mother for a long, long time.

“Okay,” I say, reaching out and stroking a hand over his hair. “I’m going to do some work, okay? But I’ll come back and visit you in a little bit, all right, kiddo?”

“Okay!” he replies, instantly cheerful and smiling up at me. “Will you turn into your wolf then?”

“We’ll see,” I reply, laughing and giving him a wink. Then he waves to me as I stand up and move to Conner to instantly take Rafe into my own arms, hugging my baby close and passing him all of the love I have in my heart down the bond to him.

Because I honestly feel as if I could spend the rest of the day crying if I allow myself to think too hard about Benny, who was just quietly suffocating in his bed while he waited for his mother to come back.

Hank catches my eye and comes closer, glancing at Benny as he does.

“Will he survive?” I murmur, pitching my voice low enough so that the boy can’t hear me.

“After what you just did, Ella?” Hank asks. “Yeah. He’s going to make it. But he needs more than just medical help,” Hank continues. “You know that.”

then I look sharply at Theo. “I need you to text Sinclair,” I say, my voice taking on more of Sinclair’s command than I’ve ever heard it do before. “Tell him we need to triple everything. Or more, if we can. All

say. My eyes return to Hank, though I’m very surprised

hands into his pockets.

shoulders and starting to look around the room. ” When I’m a Queen, you’ll know- because I’ll be wearing my tiara 24/7. It’s

me towards the next patient. “The perk is being able

seating myself in the waiting chair next to a little girl with cuts and bruises all over her arms and face. “Hi, sweetheart,” I say, giving

consult with the doctors and nurses already working here to determine the work that I should do, and I heal, and

some back from a very dark place. I look around the room, exhaling a satisfied breath, but I blink when I notice a very real change in

had a baby strapped to my chest. The people had watched our every movement with narrow, suspicious eyes, always waiting for the next shoe to drop – for us to reveal the way in

now, after a long

narrowed suspicion is gone, and now many eyes are wide with wonder, trained on me as I move through the tent. I blush a little and duck my head, tucking my hair

asks, noticing my sudden change in

then laughs. What, did you not expect all of the hero worship and awe when you decided to come and use your demigoddess powers

powers,” I say, scoffing a little. “Don’t be ridiculous,

me again. “I mean,

and stepping closer to her. “I mean…I’m just a

says, patting my cheek with a sigh.

but then I glare at her a little. “Well, you’re a weird hybrid soon-to-be wolf mom who is probably like, a duchess or something, once Sinclair gets all the titles

giving me a wink and moving forward on to the next

sigh, following after her. ” Because you sure as

in Conner’s arms a little kiss on the cheek and then sit down in the chair waiting by the bed of my next patient –

up at the woman who is 1 probably her mother, though she looks a bit young for it. Still, by the affinity between them – both with long, dark brown hair and pale skin – I know that they’re

the little girl murmurs, moving her hands to her stomach and

briefed me, of course – the girl isn’t just sick, she’s got some kind of bacterial infection that’s increased to the point where it’s threatening the health of her inner organs. Still, I like to check