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 –

my teeth, growling, livid with the universe for

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

face as I lay her down on the bed

days,

and then glances up at me. “Too soon for an

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

to his

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

me and brushes off his coat, keeping his eyes on mine. “I will move mountains for her, sir,” he bites out, his voice still low. “I will do

pull back from my teeth in a snarl as I close the distance between us. “You dare take that tone

up into my eyes. “You may be our King, sir, but I am the Alpha in this surgery. And if you want me to save her life,

feel the growl rip from my throat then, but I turn my head to look

away. “Do your 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

moment later, the room is swarming again with people, with beeping machines and IV’s and tanks of oxygen. They work quickly. Almost before I can comprehend it, Ella has a mask over her face to help her breathe, wires and tubes plugged into her arms. The nurses cut the clothes from

than I can do to stand still, helpless. I have basic medic experience, of course, but I know that her life is in their hands, 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 in as another quickly spreads clear jelly on Ella’s stomach. Then, they turn towards a screen, murmuring as they try to look at my child, assess

stomach drops and I hear a moan. A moment

The doctor commands, stripping off his bloody gloves and turning to me. “Her uterus is torn, leaking blood at

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

me. His voice is apologetic as he utters his next words. “It’s not good, Sir. If it were

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

will fight for both of them, as my Queen and my Prince. Trust me, Sir.” He bows his head then, briefly, before again meeting my eyes. “I