Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 268 – My Mate, Covered in Blood

Sinclair

I roar as I stumble through the doors of the hospital, my bleeding mate clutched in my arms.

Everyone in the emergency room freezes – doctors, nurses, patients. Everyone. The noise that comes from me is unending, a demand, a plea, a threat. I am halfway between states now – my eyes filled with the wolf’s flame, my hands ending in razor-sharp claws.

She breathes against my chest, barely. Blood drips from her.

The bond – I can barely feel it, between she and I –

And my child –

I take a breath, then, glaring around the room, and open my mouth to shout again. “DOCTOR,” I cry. “Get me a doctor! NOW!”

The room collectively jumps at this, patients clearing away from the desk and heading towards the sides of the room, the nurses leaping to their feet. A doctor strides forward – one I don’t recognize – but he’s here, damn it, he’d better be good –

“Come,” he commands, stopping a few feet from us and then gesturing backwards towards the door to the treatment rooms. He doesn’t need to look any closer to know that she needs immediate care. “This way, fast.”

I stride after him as he shouts out commands on his way. In my arms, Ella is deathly pale, passed out, hardly breathing. I glance down at her, at her beautiful face, her rose-gold hair falling across it.

She’s strong – I know she’s strong –

given so much. I grit my teeth, growling, livid with the universe for asking this much

around us as we move down the hall, the doctor who first met us at the entrance taking lead and giving commands left and right. They move quickly, efficiently, bringing forward machines and tools as we approach a bed at the back of

closely at Ella’s face as I lay her

of days, but frankly I

me. “Too soon for an early

will survive,” I growl, grabbing the man by his coat and bringing his face close to mine. “And she as well. You will

to his credit, does

barks back at me, his eyes angry as he grabs my

bites out, his voice still

pull back from my teeth in a snarl as I close the distance between us. “You dare take that tone with me?” I ask, my voice low with

our chests almost meeting, glaring up into my eyes. “You may be our King, sir, but I am the Alpha in this

head to look at her. So small – so fragile, in

doctor but step away. “Do your work,” I snarl, folding my arms across my chest and stepping to the head of her bed. The doctor

a mask over her face to help her breathe, wires and tubes plugged into her arms. The nurses cut the clothes from her poor fragile body, strip her naked so that I can see the blood thickly coating her thighs. I almost flinch away at the sight, but I refuse myself that indulgence. If she can endure it, then I can surely stand to watch. So I stare, following

hands, not mine. And it kills me to realize that, to stand here and

a heartbeat on the screen. My stomach drops and I hear a moan. A moment later, I realize that the noise dropped from

and turning to me. “Her uterus is torn,

child,” I growl, focusing my eyes on him. “Is

his next words. “It’s not good, Sir. If it were anyone else, I’d…I’d instruct my team to let the child go,

forward. “You will save them both,” I demand,

fight for her,” he responds, solid. “I will fight for both of them, as my Queen and my Prince. Trust