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

where he’s

therapy after their wounds the

I happily wave back as I

to the back of the clinic where

tended to meet.

little as I look around the clinic as

little barrack in itself. And

be done with this so that we can get

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

bed and tuck my little baby into his bassinet.

normal

that the last time we left that

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

stick out my tongue a little in disgust and turn my

But

I miss my normal

life anymore? Did it

when he came for my

a little knock on the door as

heads look up at me and smile as

of my tiny baby strapped in his carrier across my

He just looks so small

is,” I say, giving everyone a nod but fixing my

to him. “And how is my baby

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

warm side, pretending a

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

from Sinclair’s body,

arms.

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

into his pockets,

sigh, bouncing my happy baby a little in my

finally

Henry says with a marvelous smile that warms me

dour lately – it’s

level of wounds

Roger adds, his brow lifting. “Imagine what you

a battlefield, turning

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

thinking aloud. “True,” he concedes with a shrug.

little anti-goddess, doesn’t

I ask,

scattered with paper. “And

plans,” Sinclair informs me, putting a steady hand on my

next steps. We’ll want to know what you

she

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

say OBGYN, Roger,”

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