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.”

you here,” I say to him, giving him a

to meet the baby, Ella,” Roger says, his voice kinder now as he meets my

makes it harder for her to see what’s really going on. Roger tries to muffle his groan as he turns away,

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 it now,” he says, patting my knee and giving

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at him but note, interestingly, that Cora rolls her eyes at him a little bit when he says this. I have no idea what that could mean is there trouble in paradise? –

feel my baby

feels like an endless repetition of this pattern, Cora gives a little gasp. “Okay, he’s almost here!” she says, and the cheer in her voice is a balm to my agonized body. I look at her with hope in my eyes and she

Cora tells me to, I push – absolutely as hard as

at me, “he’s here, Ella! Just

push again. And push, and push. I gasp, laying back and panting as I feel the contraction end, and I look to Cora for instructions. Instead of a happy smile, though, I see her exchange an odd little glance with Hank.

moaning at the pain that shoots through my

something wrong?” Sinclair asks, suddenly tense next to me. I can tell by his voice that he’s working, so hard, to stay still and steady, to let the doctor’s do their work. Inaction and the passing of responsibility to another –

hesitates, “it’s okay, Ella – 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

head at me, leaning forward to

fixed on Sinclair. “Please, you have

I see that her face is worried.

past few pushes. Which is sometimes a sign

is some worry,” Hank continues, “that because he’s such a large baby, that he could be …stuck.”

I gasp, suddenly horrified. Sinclair goes

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

horribly

says, though her worried voice belies her words. “We’re