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!”

eyes are wide

frowning at him. “He’s the child’s uncle! And his

back on into the pillows, taking deep breaths. “I

have to give birth in a war zone with no epidural,

giving in without any further questions. I hear him tapping on his phone and then he shifts. I watch him stand, leaning over me. Frowning, he leans over and grabs one of the pillows from the other side of the bed, quickly taking the pillowcase between his two hands and

thing and boil water that’s just in the movies. I’m sure Cora will bring something else to sterilize any instruments she brings-”

leaning down and wiping the sweat from my brow with the little

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

between the fingers of his big hand and

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to believe it too – that I’m strong even though I’m scared and in pain. I am strong. For him, and for Rafe, and yes – for myself – I

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my hands moving low on my stomach. “Here comes another

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

followed up by a few minutes of respite. Unfortunately, those minutes are coming closer and closer together. I’m moving through this birth process fast, and I don’t have any control over it. If

no, it seems like Rafe and my body have other plans.

instead of the travel clothes I was wearing on the way here. He brings me two cool cups of water, one for drinking,

beneath that, I can see on his face the worry and guilt that he’s done something horrible 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

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

me, almost bowling Sinclair over in her singular focus to be at

hand to balance himself so that he doesn’t go sprawling on the floor. Cora ignores

enture

her eyes sweeping over me. “Tell me what’s going on