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.

room where he’s consulting

need physical therapy after their wounds the healing

do everything – and I happily wave back

of the clinic where Roger and Sinclair

tended to meet.

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

instead turning it into a little barrack in itself.

that we can

for letting it be a place

sleep in my big bed and tuck my little baby into his bassinet.

normal

then I remember that…well, that the

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

my tongue a little in disgust and

the back. But still the sentiment is

miss my

what even was my normal life anymore?

when he came for

giving a little knock on

look up at me and smile as

again at the sight of my tiny baby

He just looks so small

say, giving everyone a nod but fixing

“And how

great,” Sinclair says, grabbing my hand before I can touch

warm side, pretending a jealousy that makes

I’m glad to hear that,” I say, standing on my tiptoes

to unstrap Rafe from Sinclair’s body,

arms.

Ella?” Henry asks. Roger stands up

into his pockets, listening

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

is finally

marvelous smile that warms me from the

dour lately – it’s good

of wounds – it’s quite

“Imagine what you could

on a battlefield,

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

aloud.

seem…a little anti-goddess,

to?” I ask, looking at the table before

paper. “And where

informs me, putting a steady hand on

steps. We’ll want to know what

with a lady doctor she called to come and check

a little shrug.” Although I don’t see why that’s necessary,” he adds with a tiny scowl. ”

OBGYN, Roger,” I

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