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.

realization that it’s done. Hank

across the room where he’s consulting with some

therapy after their wounds the healing

and I happily wave back as

of the

tended to meet.

look around the clinic

a little barrack in itself. And honestly, part

done with this so that

a

to sleep in my big bed and tuck my little baby into his

normal night’s

the last time we

And I honestly have no idea what state it’s in now – did Sinclair like…send someone to clean it up? Or are they

in disgust and turn

at the door in the back. But

I miss

life anymore? Did it exist?

when he came for my

little knock on the door as I

dark heads look up at me and smile as I come into the room,

my tiny baby strapped in his carrier across

He just looks so small

he is,” I say, giving everyone a nod but fixing

to him. “And

hand before I can touch

to his warm side, pretending a jealousy

that,” I say, standing

to unstrap Rafe from

arms.

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

his

say with a cheerful sigh, bouncing

finally all

says with a marvelous smile that

been so dour lately – it’s good to see him smile. “That

of wounds –

lifting. “Imagine what

battlefield, turning soldiers

sure I want to think of my mother’s

say, thinking aloud. “True,” he

seem…a little anti-goddess, doesn’t

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

paper.

Sinclair informs me, putting a

our next steps. We’ll want to

lady doctor she called to

that’s necessary,” he adds with a tiny scowl. ” Considering she

OBGYN,

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