Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 290 – 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 pa*s 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.

Pa*singly, 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!”

“Why?” Sinclair’s eyes are wide with wonder now.

“Because!” I smack his shoulder, frowning at him. “He’s the child’s uncle! And his godfather! He should be here! I can’t believe you didn’t call him!”

back pocket as I lean back on into the pillows, taking deep breaths.

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as I can make it 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

any further questions. I hear him tapping on his phone and

quickly taking the

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the linens thing and boil water that’s just in the movies. I’m sure

not for that,” he murmurs, leaning down and wiping the sweat from my brow with the

yet. “I feel… determined,” I say, gazing up at him. “Rafe

chin between the fingers

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even though I’m scared and in pain. I am strong. For him,

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again, my hands moving low on my stomach.

as I start to breathe in that special way Cora made me practice,

this way, with long stretches of pain 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 I could wait, just hold him in while

seems like Rafe and my body have other

clothes I was wearing on the way here. He brings me two

hospital. I hold his gaze steadily whenever I

room, panting, a medical bag slung over her shoulder. I almost spill the gla*s of tap water Sinclair just handed

me, almost bowling Sinclair over in her singular

little frustrated, as he puts out a hand to balance himself so that he doesn’t go sprawling

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murmurs, her eyes sweeping over

she murmurs as I fill her in