Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

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 smiley 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.

I feel quite light, suddenly, at the realization that it’s done. Hank gives me a wave from across the room where he’s consulting with some of the men who are going to need physical therapy after their wounds the healing does great things, but it doesn’t do everything and I happily wave back as I pass out of the room, heading to the back of the cluuc where Roger and Sinclair have

tended to meet

I sigh a little as I look around the clinic as I pass through it. We haven’t left in days, instead uming it into a little barrack in itself. And honestly, part of me is very pleased to be done with this so that we can get out of here l’in incredibly grateful for this giace for letting it be a place of healing but well, I want to es horse I want to sleep in my bie bed and tuck my little baby into his

Eut then I remember that…well, that the last time we left that bedroom there were 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 just… rotting…

–

I stick out my tongue a little in disgust and turn my mind away from the question as I arrive at

the door in the back. But still the sentiment is there. I’m dying to get home. I miss my normal

life.

But what even was my normal life anymore? Did it exist? Or did Xander wipe it all out when he

came for my son?

a little knock on

at me and smile as I come into the room, and I laugh a little again at

in his carrier across my

the wide expanse of Sinclair’s

nod but fixing

how is

the baby and pulling

I say, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek

unstrap Rafe from Sinclair’s body,

asks. Roger stands up straight and tucks

pockets, listening curiously.

with a cheerful sigh, bouncing my happy baby a little

finally all patched up.”

marvelous smile that warms me from the inside out. He’s been so dour lately it’s good to see him smile. “That kind of

quite miraculous.”

–

adds, his brow lifting “Imagine what you

battlefield, turning soldiers around

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

thinking aloud

with a shrug “That does seem a little anti-goddess, doe’t

looking at the table before

paper

Cota?”

We’ll want to know

says with a little shrug. “Although I don’t see why that’s necessary,” he adds with a tiny scowl. “Considering she is

can say OBGYN, Roger,” I say,

me in a false whisper that he knows is loud enough for Roger to hear,

the table and pretending to stare down at

baby too – don’t see why I

who wants to be at her

mate. Honestly,

my elbow and looking up at him. “Do we know

have….options,” Sinclair says contemplatively, staring into space

on what you and Cora think

explain why, though, the door

I hear

the room to her in a flash, taking her hand and looking her over

kind of harm. But Cora just laughs at him and swats her

a little bit, pushing

fine!” she says before he gives a little

did she

with a happy grin, and while

that there are some things that Cora wants to keep private between herself and

fine,” she adds, running an absent hand over her stomach. “Nothing to

about ”