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

room where he’s

going to need physical therapy after their

– and I

the back of the clinic where Roger and

tended to meet.

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

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

to be done with this so that we can

letting it be a place of

in my big bed and tuck my little

normal

that the last time we left

state it’s in now – did Sinclair like…send someone to

my tongue a little in disgust and turn my mind away

back. But still the

miss my normal

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

out when he

knock on the door

heads look up at me and smile as

the sight of my tiny baby strapped in his

looks so small against the wide

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

him. “And how is my baby

says, grabbing my hand before I can

his warm side, pretending a jealousy

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

Rafe from Sinclair’s body,

arms.

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

into his pockets,

with a cheerful sigh, bouncing my happy

is finally all patched

says with a marvelous smile that warms me from

dour lately – it’s good to see him smile.

after that level of wounds – it’s

his brow lifting. “Imagine

battlefield,

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

in war,” I say, thinking aloud. “True,” he concedes with a shrug.

seem…a little anti-goddess,

up to?” I ask, looking

scattered with paper. “And where is

plans,” Sinclair informs me, putting a steady hand

want to know what you

is in with a lady doctor she called to come and

that’s necessary,”

can say OBGYN, Roger,”

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