Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Ella

Sinclair is instantly alert. He sits up in bed and pulls the covers back, staring at the red stain on my nightgown with an unreadable expression. He presses his palm to my belly, undoubtedly trying to communicate with the pup through their mental link. I’m trembling while I wait for him to give his verdict, terrified that the new life inside me might already be coming to a heartbreaking end.

“I think he’s okay.” Sinclair murmurs after a moment, looking up at me with a furrowed brow. “But we should get you to the hospital right away.”

I slide out of bed on autopilot, my mind spinning with all the terrible possibilities. What if my ovaries were too damaged by Mike’s sabotage to support a healthy baby? What if my uterus isn’t strong enough to carry the child to term? Was the doctor right at our last appointment, was something wrong from the start? Is that why it was so small?

I can only wrap my arms around myself to try and cease shaking as the blood rushes in my ears.

I don’t take this baby from me. I silently beg the universe, it’s all I have, I won’t survive losing it.

Please Sinclair dresses quickly, but l’m only vaguely aware of him moving around in my periphery. I’m standing there frozen, too afraid to move in case I somehow make the bleeding worse. Without asking, Sinclair comes over and sweeps me up into his arms. He only pauses to wrap me in a coat before heading out into the snow, then bundles me into the car and takes off into the night.

We arrive at the emergency room in minutes and Sinclair doesn’t even bother parking. Instead he skids to a stop in front of the main entrance, once again scooping me up and charging inside. I’ve been to the hospital before, and it’s always been a long, drawn out process of triages and waiting to be seen for hours on end.

Not this time.

The moment the staff sees Sinclair they leap into motion, eager to do his bidding. I’ve never been more grateful for his wealth and influence than I am in this moment. Nurses and orderlies gather around us, leading us straight into the treatment area. The nurses bring forward a wheelchair, but Sinclair holds onto me tightly.”

She’s three weeks pregnant and bleeding.”

Seeming to realize he’s not going to release me, the nurses take the wheelchair away and direct us into a consultation room, “Okay honey, just hold on.” They advise, “we’ll get someone over to take a look at you right away.”

No sooner has Sinclair set me down onto a reclining gurney that an orderly comes in with a scratchy hospital gown and an ultrasound machine, shortly followed by a doctor in a white coat. The man nods to Sinclair, “Alpha.”

Suddenly l’lI realize the special treatment we’re receiving isn’t only because of Sinclair’s wealth. This must be a shifter hospital, which makes a lot of sense in hindsight.

wouldn’t take a werewolf child to a

on the gurney, and I find myself leaning towards Sinclairs solid strength, finding relief in his presence amidst

I examine her?” The doctor asks, nodding

a very odd question – first because it was directed at Sinclair and not me, and second

low rumble sounds in Sinclair’s chest, and when I look up at him I realize how menacing his outward energy has become. He’s glaring at anyone who comes near me, and strategically placing his body between me and everyone else. He wouldn’t appreciate the comparison, but his behavior

in my mind – the big bad Alpha getting possessive about his new human pet- but when the doctor and Sinclair look down at me with concern I

don’t know how long I’ve been bleeding, l just woke up

he gives his permission before approaching me. “Have you had

out of the ordinary. A bit of morning sickness, mood swings, cravings – everything

good.” The doctor confirmed, offering me a smile before looking

heartbeat and

to rest his hand, and it returns there now. “It’s sleeping – I

is run some tests and make sure everything is alright with mother and pup. Spotting isn’t unusual in the early stages, though there’s a bit more blood than I’d like. Ella, why don’t you get changed and then a nurse will be in to run your vitals – then we’ll take some blood and do

steps out, and before I can even think about changing, I find Sinclair pulling my nightgown

In the end, I think fussing over me is his way of finding some control in a helpless situation, so I comply without further complaint, telling myself it’s all for his benefit rather than my own. I don’t let myself think about how nice it feels to have someone helping me – not to have to go it

back now,” Sinclair encourages once the ties are secure, helping me recline on the gurney. He leans his elbow on

too intense, and I can’t bring myself to look him in the eye. I shrug, “”l decide how I feel

signs. Everything seems perfectly normal until she takes my blood pressure. She purses her lips at the numbers on the screen, and I feel my

think frantically. My blood pressure has never been so high in my

normal for you?” The nurse

One forty over

usually below average.”I squeak, causing Sinclair

belly, circling his fingers in soothing caresses over my skin. “You’ve

to the nurse for

his statement, instead eyeing me with concern. “You need to try to calm down, Ella. Take some