Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 292 – Big Alpha Baby

Ella

I’m gripping my sister’s hand, gritting my teeth and groaning through the first of my pushes, when the door bangs open again. I don’t open my eyes – can’t look –

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Quite frankly, at this particular moment I don’t care who the hell it is if it’s Hank, or Roger, or insurgents coming to kill us – all I care about is the horrible, tearing pain within me as I work to bring my baby into the world.

I moan, throwing my head back against the pillows as I pant, feeling the pain subside a little bit.

“How is she?” I hear Hank ask, and I open my eyes to see him there next to me. I try to give him a little smile, failing a bit. “Hello, Ella,” he says softly, his voice warmer than I’m used to. “You look like you’re doing great.”

I murmur my thanks to him as he turns his attention back to Cora, getting a full report, and I shift my gaze to Roger, who stands awkwardly across the room.

“Roger,” I say, putting my hand out to him, inviting him closer.

“Hello, Ella!” he calls, awkward. “Happy…happy birth. Or whatever.”

Sinclair starts to laugh quietly. “Come over, Roger,” he demands and Roger sighs, hanging his head and deliberately choosing not to look at me as he comes to stand with his brother. ” What,” Sinclair asks him as he arrives at his side. “More of a cigars in the waiting room kind of guy?”

“Yeah,” Roger agrees, giving his brother a little glare. “I’d say that’s much more my vibe.”

to him, giving him a tired little smile.

he meets my

little at the lack of stirrups and the soft surface of the mattress that makes it harder for her to see what’s really going on. Roger tries to muffle

me as the contraction ends and I pant, working to catch my breath. “This is rare, even for a wolf birth. But you should be in the final parts of

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at him a little bit when he says this. I have no idea what that could mean is there trouble

short spaces between them. I can feel my baby moving inside me, progressing along. It’s hard, agonizing work, but my sister calls encouragement to me and my mate is

balm to my agonized body. I look at her with hope in my eyes and she

next contraction and, when it comes and Cora tells me to, I push – absolutely as hard as

“he’s here, Ella! Just

feel the contraction end, and I look to Cora for instructions. Instead of a happy smile, though, I see her exchange an odd

and moaning at the pain that shoots through my back.” What’s wrong?

and steady, to let the doctor’s do their work. Inaction and the passing of responsibility to another – no matter how much they outstrip him in their expertise – has never been his

he’s almost born – but…” She and Hank hesitate and exchange glances again, then looking down at the baby. I struggle to sit up, to see the child,

shakes her head at me, leaning forward to press me back to the

my eyes fixed on Sinclair. “Please, you have to

see that her face is worried. “Ella, he didn’t make any

Which

continues, “that because he’s such a large baby, that he

Sinclair goes rigid next to me.

this with large babies. It’s called shoulder dystocia – we think his shoulder is trapped up behind your

I gasp, confused, baffled, horribly worried. “What do we

says, though her worried voice belies