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

smile as I come into the room,

of my tiny baby strapped in his carrier

wide expanse of

giving everyone a nod but fixing my eyes on

how is

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

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

body, wanting him in

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

pockets, listening curiously.

bouncing my happy baby a little in my arms. “Everyone

finally all patched up.”

a marvelous smile that warms me from the inside out. He’s been so dour lately it’s good to see him smile. “That

quite miraculous.”

–

brow lifting “Imagine what you

battlefield, turning soldiers around

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

thinking aloud

a shrug “That does seem a little anti-goddess,

are you all up to?” I ask, looking at the table before them which is

with paper “And

Cota?”

We’ll want to know what

and check her out,” Roger says with a little shrug.

say OBGYN, Roger,” I say,

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

over the table and pretending

– don’t see

wants to be

to my own mate. Honestly, I

the new plans?” I ask, nudging Sinclair with my elbow and

Sinclair says contemplatively, staring into space a little. “Honestly, a lot

what you and

door opens again and Cora’s bright face

I hear

the room to her in a flash, taking

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

him a little bit, pushing the

gives a little growl

she

you later,” she says with a happy grin, and while I definitely want to know as

things that Cora wants to keep private

is fine,” she adds, running an absent hand

about ”