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 consulting with some of the

after their wounds

everything – and I happily wave back as I pass out

the back of the clinic where Roger and Sinclair

tended to meet.

the clinic as I

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

this so that we can get out

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

bed and tuck my little baby into

normal

the

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

my tongue a little in disgust and turn my mind away

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

I miss

life anymore? Did it exist? Or did Xander

when he came for my

on the door as I push it

at me and smile as I

tiny baby strapped in his carrier across my

chest. He just looks so small against the wide expanse of Sinclair’s

a nod but fixing my eyes on

“And how

says, grabbing my hand before I can touch the

warm side, pretending a

I say, standing on my tiptoes to kiss

to unstrap Rafe from Sinclair’s body, wanting him in

arms.

Ella?” Henry asks.

his pockets, listening

with a cheerful sigh, bouncing my happy baby a little

finally

says with a marvelous smile that warms me from

– it’s good to

level of

“Imagine what you could

a battlefield,

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

thinking aloud. “True,” he concedes with a

little anti-goddess, doesn’t

ask, looking at the table before

paper. “And where

plans,” Sinclair informs me, putting a

steps. We’ll want to know what

a lady doctor she called to come

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

say OBGYN,

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