Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 291 – 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.”

wanted you here,” I say to him, giving him a tired little

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

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 his groan as he turns away, which perversely makes me want to laugh in

head. ” You’ve moved quite quickly through this, Ella,” Hank informs 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 it now,” he says, patting my knee

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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 my interest in that question is immediately wiped out when the pain

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

she says, and the cheer in her voice is a balm to my agonized body. I look at her with

despite the pain ravaging my body. I wait for the next contraction and, when it comes and Cora tells me to, I push – absolutely as hard as I can, giving a guttural yell while I do in that I hope will help me

at me, “he’s here, Ella! Just a couple

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

demand, working to sit up and moaning at the pain that shoots through my back.” What’s wrong? Where’s my

he’s working, so hard, to stay still and steady, to let the doctor’s do their work. Inaction and the pa*sing of responsibility to another – no matter how much they outstrip him in their expertise

exchange glances again, then looking down at the baby.

but

head at me, leaning forward to press me back

fixed on Sinclair. “Please, you

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

past few pushes. Which is sometimes

is some worry,” Hank continues, “that because he’s such

I gasp, suddenly horrified. Sinclair goes rigid next to

women experience this with large babies. It’s called shoulder dystocia

baffled, horribly worried. “What do we

her worried voice belies her words. “We’re trained for

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upwards. “Come on, Ella, you need to change your position before the next contraction comes