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

he’s consulting with

physical therapy after their wounds the

and I happily wave back as

heading to the back of the clinic where Roger

tended to meet.

little as I look around the clinic as I pass through it.

it into a little barrack in itself. And honestly,

this so that we can get

letting it be a place

want to sleep in my big bed and tuck my little

normal

that…well, that the last time we left that

in now – did Sinclair

disgust and turn

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

miss my

my normal life anymore? Did it exist? Or did Xander

he came for my

knock on the door as I

and smile as I

at the sight of my tiny

small against the wide expanse of

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

“And how

grabbing my hand before I can

me to his warm side, pretending a jealousy that

say, standing on my tiptoes to

from Sinclair’s body,

arms.

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

his pockets,

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

is finally all

a marvelous smile that warms me from

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

of wounds

Roger adds, his brow lifting. “Imagine

battlefield, turning soldiers

sure I

thinking aloud. “True,” he concedes

seem…a little anti-goddess,

to?” I ask, looking at the table

scattered with paper.

putting a

next steps. We’ll want to know

lady doctor she called to come

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

can say OBGYN,

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