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.

at the realization

room where he’s consulting with some of

to need physical therapy after their wounds the healing

and I

to the back of

tended to meet.

around the clinic

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

to be done with this so that we can get out of here.

this place, for letting it be a place of healing

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

normal night’s

remember that…well, that the last time we

idea what state it’s in now – did Sinclair like…send someone to clean it up? Or are they just…

a little in disgust and turn my mind away from

door in the back. But still the sentiment

I miss my normal

was my normal life anymore? Did it

he came

little knock on

at me and smile as I come into the

at the sight of my tiny

so small against the wide

I say, giving everyone a nod but fixing my eyes

“And how is

Sinclair says, grabbing my hand

me to his warm side, pretending a jealousy that

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

starting to unstrap Rafe from Sinclair’s body,

arms.

asks. Roger stands up

his pockets, listening

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

is finally

a marvelous smile that warms

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

of wounds – it’s quite

brow lifting. “Imagine what you could

on a battlefield, turning

“I’m not sure I want to think of my

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

little anti-goddess,

to?” I ask, looking at

scattered with paper.

making plans,” Sinclair informs me, putting a

want to know what

in with a lady doctor she

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

say OBGYN, Roger,” I

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