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. “I want you to meet the

the baby, Ella,” Roger says, his voice kinder now as he meets my gaze. “Just….when you’ve cleaned it up a

the mattress that makes it harder for her to see

working to catch my breath. “This is rare, even for a wolf birth. But you should be in the final parts

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a little bit when he says this. I have no idea what that could mean is there trouble in paradise? – but honestly, any of

pushing with all of my might during the contractions and then resting, as best I can, in the 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

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

my body. I wait for the next contraction and, when it comes and Cora tells me to, I push – absolutely as

little head!” Cora says, smiling at me, “he’s here, Ella! Just a couple more to bring forward

push again. And push, and push. I gasp, laying back and panting as I feel the contraction end, and I

up and moaning at the pain

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 strong

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

my sister shakes her head at me, leaning

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

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

Which is sometimes a

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

I gasp, suddenly horrified. Sinclair goes rigid

large babies. It’s called shoulder dystocia –

confused, baffled, horribly worried. “What

says, though her worried voice