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.

the realization that it’s done.

the room where he’s

after their

and I happily wave back

room, heading to the back of the

tended to meet.

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

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

so that we

for letting it be a place of healing but…well, I

I want to sleep in my big bed and tuck my little baby into his bassinet.

a normal night’s

that…well, that the last time we left that bedroom

I honestly have no idea what state it’s in now – did Sinclair like…send

my tongue a little in disgust and turn my mind away from the

arrive at the door in the back. But still the sentiment is there. I’m dying to

miss

even was my normal life anymore? Did it exist? Or did

out when he

knock on the door as I push it

look up at me and smile as I

at the sight of my tiny

just looks so small against the wide expanse

a nod

to him. “And how is my

my hand before

me to his warm side, pretending a jealousy that makes

glad to hear that,” I say, standing on my tiptoes to

from Sinclair’s

arms.

Henry asks. Roger stands up straight and

his pockets, listening

bouncing my happy baby a little in my

is finally

a marvelous smile that

– it’s good to see

after that level of wounds – it’s quite

lifting. “Imagine what you could do if you

a battlefield, turning

frown at him a little. “I’m not sure I want to think

war,” I say, thinking aloud. “True,” he concedes

little anti-goddess,

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

paper. “And

me, putting a steady hand on my

our next steps. We’ll want to know what you

Cora is in with a lady doctor she called to come and check her

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

OBGYN, Roger,”

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