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 –

grit my teeth, growling, livid with the universe for asking this much of her. I will not lose

doctors gather 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

as I lay her down on

number of days, but frankly I don’t think

and then glances up at me. “Too

face close to mine. “And

his credit,

he barks back at me, his eyes angry as he

her, sir,” he bites out, his voice still

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

King, sir, but I am the Alpha in this surgery. And if you want me to save her life, you must

throat then, but I turn my head to look at her. So small –

work,” I snarl, folding my arms across my chest and stepping to the head of her bed. The doctor holds my gaze for a moment more and then does as I say, getting down to the business of

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

not mine. And it kills me to realize that, to stand here and watch her fight knowing that there’s nothing I can do. As I watch, a nurse comes forward with an ultrasound machine, plugging it

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

off his bloody gloves and turning to me. “Her uterus is torn, leaking blood at the cervix, and her organs are in

growl, focusing my

back to me. His voice is apologetic as he utters his next words. “It’s not

snarl at him, taking two instinctual steps forward. “You will save them both,” I demand, my

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