Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 291 – Contractions

Ella

Slowly, I breathe through my contractions, taking deep breaths in through my nose and huffing them out of my mouth. The pain is…well, I suppose I can’t say like anything I’ve felt before, can I? Not after all I’ve been through in the past five months. But it’s incredible, the way it radiates through my body, making me grit my teeth against it.

I can feel my body moving, changing along with the contractions. The pain in my pelvis, particularly, is insane, as the bones shift to make room for the baby to pass through. My eyes flash open during one particularly difficult contraction and I hear myself cry out against the pain. God, I would have thought that being a wolf made this easier – wolves seem to have a whole litter of pups without much trouble, by themselves out in the woods.

Passingly, I consider shifting into my wolf form to ease this

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But then, suddenly, Sinclair bursts into my room, dashing for me.

“What,” he gasps, almost skidding to the side, looking me all over for what is wrong. “What is it, Ella – I heard you scream –”

“No,” I say, gasping a little as the contraction starts to come to its end. “No, it’s just the contraction – god, Dominic, these suck – ”

He shakes his head, still panicked, trying to put it all together as he kneels by the side of the bed and takes my hand. “Cora is coming, she’s close,” he murmurs. “She’ll be allowed in.”

“And Hank?” I ask, looking at my mate. “And Roger?”

“Roger?” Sinclair asks, confused.

“Yes, Dominic! Roger! I want him here as well!”

wide with wonder now.

at him. “He’s the child’s uncle! And his godfather! He should be here! I can’t believe you

sighs, reaching for the cell phone in his back pocket as I lean back on into the pillows, taking deep breaths. “I can’t believe you’re thinking about propriety while you’re giving birth with

for Rafe!” I snap, determined. “And if I have to give birth in a war zone with no epidural, then Roger can damn well get out of

and then he shifts. I watch him stand, leaning over me. Frowning, he leans over and grabs one

that’s just in the movies. I’m sure

and wiping the sweat from my brow with the little square of pillowcase folded in his hand. “How are you,

much as I can against the pillows, the next contraction not starting yet. “I feel… determined,” I say, gazing up at him.

fingers of his big hand and gazing at me.

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too – that I’m strong even though I’m scared and in pain.

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I say, pressing my eyes shut again, my hands moving low on my stomach. “Here

side again, steady and tense. Then, as I start to breathe in that special way Cora made me practice, he breathes along with me.

closer together. I’m moving through this birth process fast, and I don’t have any control over

no, it seems like Rafe and my body have other

a cotton nightgown instead of the travel clothes I was wearing on the way here. He brings me two cool cups of water, one for drinking, the other for dipping more strips of pillowcase in to

in not getting me to the hospital. I hold his gaze steadily whenever I can, letting him know, silently, that we’re all going to be all right.

the room, panting, a medical bag slung over her shoulder. I almost spill the glass of tap

dashing over to me, almost bowling Sinclair over in her singular focus to be at my side, to look me over and assess my

balance himself so that he doesn’t go sprawling on

enture

she murmurs, her eyes sweeping over me. “Tell me what’s