Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

119 Chapter 119

Damien’s POV 1

The medical equipment beeped steadily in the background, a metallic rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. Dr. Morgan moved around Sera with practiced efficiency, but I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her lips pressed into a thin line whenever she thought I wasn’t watching.

Six fucking months since Sera had woken up in this same hospital, broken and barely alive. And now she was about to give birth to our child without any of the supernatural healing or strength.

“Damien.” Sera’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut through my spiraling thoughts like a blade. Her

hand reached for mine, fingers trembling. “I’m scared.”

I moved to her bedside immediately, threading our fingers together with infinite care. Even after all these months, seeing her like this-pale, fragile, purely human-still made my chest feel like it was being crushed in

a vise.

“Hey,” I murmured, bringing her hand to my lips and pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “I’m right here. I’m

not going anywhere.”

Another contraction hit, and Sera’s back arched off the bed with a cry. Her grip on my hand became vice-like,

her nails digging into my skin hard enough to draw blood.

“Breathe with me, baby,” I coached, just like we’d practiced in those childbirth classes that felt completely

useless now. “In and out. That’s it.”

Dr. Morgan checked her watch, then moved to examine Sera again. The older woman’s expression was

carefully neutral, but I’d known her long enough to read the worry lines around her eyes.

“How’s she doing?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.

“The contractions are getting stronger,” Dr. Morgan replied, her voice professional but gentle. “We’re still

several hours away from delivery, but…” She paused, glancing between Sera and me. “Damien, I need to be

honest with you both. This is going to be more difficult than a normal birth.”

“Without her wolf’s healing abilities, Sera’s body can’t handle the stress the way it should. The baby is healthy

-strong heartbeat, good positioning-but carrying a mixed-blood child while purely human…” She shook her

“The physical demands

*Fuck.*

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apart whoever had

“I’ve got the best team standing by, and we’re prepared for any

through Sera, this one lasting nearly a full minute. She bit down on her

smell the

“Don’t

Scream if you want to. Just don’t hold it

gasped when the contraction finally released

cool temperature

mounting intensity. Each contraction seemed to tear through Sera with increasing violence, and I watched helplessly as the woman I loved fought a battle I couldn’t

her.

during a particularly brutal wave of pain. “Damien, I can’t do this. It’s

I leaned down so my face was level with hers, my voice fierce

person I

appeared at the foot of the bed, and I could tell from her expression that something had

eight centimeters,” she announced. “It’s time to start thinking

and this time Dr. Morgan moved

urgency.

the next contraction, I need you to push with everything

Sera admitted,

know.” I positioned myself beside her, one arm supporting her

right here. We’re doing

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effort, every muscle in

Morgan encouraged. “I can see the head. One more

The monitors started beeping

shifted to one

“What’s happening?” I demanded.

baby’s heart rate is dropping,” she said curtly, her hands moving with practiced efficiency. “We

baby

ever experienced crashed over me.

everything we’d

biggest push you can give me,” Dr. Morgan ordered.

final contraction built like a tsunami, and Sera pushed with every ounce of strength left

sound she made was part scream, part battle cry, and completely