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 me

where he’s

physical therapy after

– and I happily wave back as I pass

room, heading to the back of

tended to meet.

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

into a little barrack in

so that we can get out of

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

bed and tuck my

a normal night’s

the last time we left that bedroom

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

disgust and

the door in the back. But still the sentiment is there.

miss

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

out when he

a little knock on the door as I push it

as I come into the room, and I

of my tiny baby

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

everyone a nod but fixing my eyes

him. “And how is my

grabbing my hand before I can

to his warm side, pretending a jealousy that

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

Rafe from Sinclair’s body,

arms.

all finished, Ella?” Henry asks. Roger

into his

with a cheerful sigh, bouncing my happy baby

is finally all patched

a marvelous smile that warms me from

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

level of wounds – it’s quite

lifting. “Imagine what you could do if

on a battlefield, turning

frown at him a little. “I’m not sure I want to think

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

little

you all up to?” I ask, looking at the

paper.

Sinclair informs me, putting a steady hand on my

We’ll want to know what you

with a lady doctor she

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

OBGYN,

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