Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 267 – My Mate, Covered in Blood

Sinclair

I roar as I stumble through the doors of the hospital, my bleeding mate clutched in my arms.

Everyone in the emergency room freezes doctors, nurses, patients. Everyone. The noise that comes from me is unending, a demand, a plea, a threat. I am halfway between states now – my eyes filled with the wolf’s flame, my hands ending in razor-sharp claws.

She breathes against my chest, barely. Blood drips from her.

The bond I can barely feel it, between she and I-

And my child-

I take a breath, then, glaring around the room, and open my mouth to shout again, “DOCTOR,” I cry.

“Get me a doctor! NOW!”

The room collectively jumps at this, patients clearing away from the desk and heading towards the sides of the room, the nurses leaping to their feet. A doctor strides forward – one I don’t recognize but he’s here, damn it, he’d better be good –

“Come,” he commands, stopping a few feet from us and then gesturing backwards towards the door to the treatment rooms. He doesn’t need to look any closer to know that she needs immediate

care. “This way, fast.”

I stride after him as he shouts out commands on his way. In my arms, Ella is deathly pale, passed out, hardly breathing. I glance down at her, at her beautiful face, her rose-gold hair falling across

1. it.

She’s strong I know she’s strong –

But she’s given so much. I grit my teeth, growling, livid with the universe for asking this much of

her. I will not lose her to this.

the doctor who first met us at the entrance taking lead and giving commands left and right. They move quickly, efficiently, bringing forward machines and tools

at Ella’s face as I lay her down on the bed as gently

the exact number of days, but frankly I don’t think it will

this point. 2

up at me. “Too soon for an

close to mine. “And she as

doctor, to his credit, does not

at me, his eyes angry as he grabs my offending

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Mate, Covered

off his coat, keeping his eyes on mine. “I will move mountains for her, sir,” he bites out, his voice still low. “I

dare

up to me, then, our chests almost meeting, glaring up into my eyes. “You may be our King, sir, but I

then, but I turn my head to look at her. So

that bed –

but step away. “Do your work,” I snarl, folding my arms across my chest and stepping to the head

comprehend it, Ella has a mask over her face to help her breathe, wires and tubes plugged into her arms. The nurses cut the clothes from her poor fragile body, strip her naked so that

can endure it, then I can surely stand

murmur to each other as they work, speaking in a medical language I can’t comprehend. It’s almost

is in their hands, not mine. And it

fight knowing that there’s nothing I can do. As I

ultrasound machine, plugging it in as another quickly spreads clear jelly on Ella’s stomach. Then, they turn towards a screen, murmuring as they

state.

screen. My stomach drops and I hear a moan. A moment later, I realize

her in,” The doctor commands, stripping off his bloody gloves and turning to me. Her uterus is torn, leaking blood at the cervix, and her

my eyes on him. “Is he

heartbeat,” he says, turning back to me. His voice is apologetic as he utters his next words. “It’s not good, Sir. If it were anyone else, I’d…I’d instruct my team to let the child go, to

instinctual steps forward. “You will