Surrogate For Alpha Dom

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.

feel quite light, suddenly, at the realization that it’s done. Hank gives me

the room where he’s

going to need physical therapy after their wounds the healing

but it doesn’t do everything – and I happily wave back as

the back of the clinic where Roger

tended to meet.

I look around the clinic as I

a little barrack in itself. And honestly, part

done with this so that we can get out

be a place of healing

want to sleep in my big bed and tuck my little baby

a normal

that the

what state it’s in now – did Sinclair like…send someone

my tongue a little in disgust and turn my

door in the back. But still the sentiment is there. I’m

I miss my normal

was my normal life anymore? Did it exist? Or

when he came

on the

up at me and smile as I come into the

again at the sight of my tiny baby strapped in his carrier across my

chest. He just looks so small against the

everyone a nod but fixing my eyes

over to him. “And how is

says, grabbing my hand before I can touch

pretending a jealousy

say, standing on my tiptoes to

starting to unstrap Rafe from Sinclair’s body, wanting

arms.

Ella?” Henry asks. Roger stands up straight

into his pockets,

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

is finally all patched

with a marvelous smile that warms me

it’s good to see him smile. “That kind

after that level of wounds

adds, his brow lifting. “Imagine what you could do

on a battlefield,

a little. “I’m not sure I want

say, thinking aloud. “True,” he concedes

seem…a little anti-goddess, doesn’t

to?” I ask,

with paper. “And where

putting a steady hand on

our next steps. We’ll want to know

lady doctor she called to come and check her out,”

little shrug.” Although I don’t see why that’s necessary,” he adds with a

say OBGYN, Roger,” I

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