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. Hank

he’s consulting with some

to need physical therapy after their

– and I happily wave back

back of

tended to meet.

clinic as I pass through it.

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

be done with this so that we

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

I want to sleep in my big bed and tuck

normal

I remember that…well, that the last

in now – did Sinclair like…send someone to clean it up? Or

tongue a little in disgust and turn my mind

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

I miss my normal

my normal life anymore? Did it exist?

he came for

little knock on the

up at me and smile as I come into the room, and

sight of my tiny baby strapped in his carrier across my

so small

everyone a nod but fixing my eyes on my son

over to him. “And how is my baby

grabbing my hand before I can touch the baby

to his warm side, pretending a

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

from

arms.

all finished, Ella?” Henry asks. Roger stands

into his

cheerful sigh, bouncing my happy baby a

is finally

with a marvelous smile that warms me from the

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

after that level of

Roger adds, his brow lifting. “Imagine what you

on a battlefield, turning

“I’m not sure I want to think

I say, thinking aloud.

seem…a little anti-goddess, doesn’t

up to?” I ask, looking at

paper. “And where

informs me, putting

our next steps. We’ll want to know what you

with a lady doctor she called to come and check

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

say OBGYN, Roger,”

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