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 are

*Fuck.*

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something. Wanted to tear apart whoever had done this to her all over

everything very closely,” Dr. Morgan continued. “I’ve got the

nearly a full minute.

smell the copper

that,” I murmured, gently touching her chin. “Don’t hurt

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

gasped when the contraction finally released its grip. Sweat

cool temperature of the

next few hours passed in a blur of mounting intensity. Each contraction seemed to tear through Sera with increasing violence, and I watched helplessly as the woman I loved

her.

wave of pain. “Damien, I can’t

so my face was level with hers, my voice fierce with conviction. “You’re

person I

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

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

freight train, and this time Dr. Morgan moved into position with

urgency.

Sera. This is it. On the next contraction, I need

Sera admitted,

myself beside her, one arm supporting her shoulders, the other hand holding

We’re doing this

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red with effort, every muscle

see the head. One more

something changed. The monitors started beeping faster,

shifted to

“What’s happening?” I demanded.

is dropping,” she said curtly, her hands moving with practiced efficiency.

baby out

I’d ever experienced crashed over me. Not Sera. Not our baby. I

everything we’d

push you can

built like a tsunami, and Sera pushed

part scream, part battle cry, and