Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 299

Chapter 79: George

Ernest

“GET OUT!” Gemma roared as she stood bent over the bed, her hair wet with sweat and matted to the sides of her face. Rowan backed through the doorway, tripping over Ethan, who caught him before Rowan could fall flat on his ass in the hallway of the medical clinic. Ethan was wide eyed, stealing a single glance at Rosalie before he dragged Rowan out of sight.

Dad was right behind them, but he stopped before shutting the door, giving me a soft, emotional smile. I nod ded, smiling back, just as Gemma roared again, this time screaming “F*CK!” loud enough for the glass panes in the window to tremble.

Rosalie was at her side, her arms coming around Gem ma’s shoulders. She was whispering in Gemma’s ear, and Gemma was shaking her head, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.

Rosalie looked at the midwife, who was busy talking to my mom in the corner of the room as they folded towels. When Rosalie failed to get their attention, she moved her gaze to me. She slowly left Gemma’s side and glided across the room, dressed in a nightgown and robe.

“Talon made it seem like it was an emergency. Is she al right?”

“She’s fine,” I said a little too loudly. Gemma snapped her head in my direction, her eyes narrowed into slits. “She’ s doing a great job!” | paled as Gemma’s lip trembled, fury flashing behind her eyes.

“Easy for you to say. It must be nice-ow!” She bent her head toward the bed, rocking her hips from side to side.

“I’m terrified,” I leaned into Rosalie, whispering discreet ly into her ear.

“Don’t be, she’s going to be fine,”

“No, for myself,” | admitted, swallowing hard. “She wants to kill me. I can see it in her eyes.”

Rosalie arched her brow as she stifled a laugh.

“It won’t be long now,” the midwife said as she passed by with a stack of towels in her hands, setting them down on a table on the side of the room.

It was a cozy space with soft yellow walls and cream colored vinyl flooring. It looked more like a bedroom than a hospital room, but the midwife and her assistant had ex plained the reasoning for that during one of Gemma’s re

cent appointments. It was meant to make the patient feel more at home, calmer, and it seemed to prove successful

especially during births.

Winter Forest had had a baby boom over the past decade, and the midwife had delivered almost every single one in this village.

But despite the warm ambiance of the room, vases full of flowers, and a barrage of women tending to Gemma’s every whim, she was struggling.

she nearly skinned me alive with her fingernails during the short walk from

up to wipe her nose. Her face was stained with tears. I wanted to take her home. I would do anything she asked if

the edge of the

pass behind Rosalie’s eyes, which was quickly replaced by relief as Gemma came out of the contraction and

said to Mom as she made a note of the time on her clipboard be fore hanging it back up on

tucking her hair behind her ears as she rocked back and forth, holding

it out. Put

sweetheart. This baby

Gemma. Gemma saw her and tensed, her eyes meeting mine and giving me a

“You’re doing great, Gem.”

shoulder, straining with all her

her as though she was a cat. We had taken a birth class with the midwife, but it had been a calm experience.

was at my side in an instant, her hands gently running down the length of Gemma’s arms as

looking absolutely ecstatic as

to have this baby?” The midwife posi tioned herself between Gemma’s legs, smiling up at her over the tight swell of her

and I felt

mom, who had taken one of Gemma’s hands and was leaning down to whisper en couragements to her. Rosalie placed her hand on my back, patting it gently before she took Gemma’s knee

hand. “You got this,

take my eyes off

won dering how I would ever deserve her. She was so strong, so incredibly intelligent and all around perfect in every way.

only remember the feeling of her

him on her chest, his knees reflexively tucked into his belly like he had been in the womb. Gemma was

reached out, my hand shaking as I laid it over his head. His head fit

I couldn’t believe it.

like only yesterday I had carried Gemma out of the cas

I’d never have this moment

I didn’t realize Rosalie

tears rolling down

to her, my

eyes creased with

***

weeks.” Ethan walked into the living

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