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.

suddenly, at the realization that it’s done. Hank gives

room where he’s consulting with some of the men

after their wounds the healing does

I

room, heading to the back of

tended to meet.

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

it into a little barrack

so that we can get

be a place of healing but…well, I

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

a normal night’s

then I remember that…well, that the last time we left that

have no idea what state it’s in now – did Sinclair like…send someone to clean it up?

out my tongue a little in disgust and turn my

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

miss my

what even was my normal life anymore?

out when he came for

little knock on

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

my tiny

small against

say, giving everyone a nod but fixing my eyes on my son as

him. “And how is

says, grabbing my hand before I can

warm side, pretending a

to hear that,” I say, standing on my

unstrap Rafe from Sinclair’s body,

arms.

Ella?” Henry asks.

into his pockets,

bouncing my happy

finally all

with a marvelous smile that

been so dour lately – it’s good to

that level of wounds – it’s quite

“Imagine what you could do if you

on a battlefield, turning

a little. “I’m not sure I want to think of my

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

little anti-goddess,

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

scattered with paper. “And where is

me, putting a steady

We’ll want to know

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

see why that’s necessary,” he adds with a tiny scowl.

say OBGYN, Roger,”

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