The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

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 smiley 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.

I feel quite light, suddenly, at the realization that it’s done. Hank gives me a wave from across the room where he’s consulting with some of the men who are going to need physical therapy after their wounds the healing does great things, but it doesn’t do everything and I happily wave back as I pass out of the room, heading to the back of the cluuc where Roger and Sinclair have

tended to meet

I sigh a little as I look around the clinic as I pass through it. We haven’t left in days, instead uming it into a little barrack in itself. And honestly, part of me is very pleased to be done with this so that we can get out of here l’in incredibly grateful for this giace for letting it be a place of healing but well, I want to es horse I want to sleep in my bie bed and tuck my little baby into his

Eut then I remember that…well, that the last time we left that bedroom there were corpses all

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

clean it up? Or are they just… rotting…

–

I stick out my tongue a little in disgust and turn my mind away from the question as I arrive at

the door in the back. But still the sentiment is there. I’m dying to get home. I miss my normal

life.

But what even was my normal life anymore? Did it exist? Or did Xander wipe it all out when he

came for my son?

little knock on the door as

at me and smile as I come

of my tiny baby strapped in his carrier across my gigantic mate’s

against the wide expanse of

but fixing my eyes on

is my baby

my hand before I can touch the baby and pulling me to his warm side, pretending a jealousy that makes

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

body, wanting him

stands up

pockets, listening curiously.

bouncing my happy

finally all patched up.”

inside out. He’s been so dour lately it’s

quite miraculous.”

–

his brow lifting “Imagine what you could do if you

battlefield, turning soldiers around

“I’m not sure I want to think of my mother’s gift as a weapon in war.” I

thinking aloud

he concedes with a shrug “That does seem a little anti-goddess, doe’t

to?” I ask, looking at the

paper “And

Cota?”

to know

and check her out,” Roger says with a little shrug. “Although I don’t

can say OBGYN,

false whisper that he knows is loud enough for Roger to hear, “because the lady doctor wouldn’t let him come in to the checkup

leaning over the table and pretending to stare down

too – don’t see

laugh at my sister’s protective new mate who wants to be at her side at

my own mate. Honestly, I understand the

elbow and looking up at him.

says contemplatively, staring into space a little.

you and Cora think is

door opens again

hear

the room to her in a flash, taking her hand and looking her over as if

have done her some kind of harm. But Cora just laughs at him and

little bit, pushing

a little growl and pulls

she say?” he

grin,

Cora wants to keep

is fine,” she adds, running an absent hand over her stomach.

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