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.

light, suddenly, at the realization that it’s done. Hank gives

he’s

to need physical therapy after their wounds the healing does

I happily wave back as I pass out

to the back of the clinic where Roger and

tended to meet.

a little as I look around the clinic

barrack in itself. And honestly, part

that we can get out of

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

I want to sleep in my big bed and tuck my little

normal

remember that…well, that the last time we left that

all over it. And I honestly have no idea what state it’s in now – did Sinclair like…send

stick out my tongue a little in disgust and turn my mind away from the

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

I miss

normal life anymore? Did it

out when he came for

giving a little knock on the

at me and smile as

of my tiny baby strapped in his carrier across

small

nod but

“And how

says, grabbing my hand before I can touch the

his warm side, pretending a jealousy that makes

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

from Sinclair’s body, wanting him in

arms.

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

his pockets, listening

I say with a cheerful sigh, bouncing my happy

finally all

smile that warms me from

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

that level of wounds – it’s quite

brow lifting. “Imagine what you could do

a battlefield, turning soldiers

I want to think of my mother’s gift as

in war,” I say, thinking aloud. “True,”

seem…a little anti-goddess, doesn’t

up to?” I ask, looking at

scattered with paper. “And

informs me, putting a steady hand on my

steps. We’ll want to

is in with a lady doctor she called to come

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

can say OBGYN, Roger,”

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