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.

met us at the entrance taking lead and giving commands left and right.

face as I lay her down on the bed

I say. I could tell him the exact number of days, but frankly I don’t think it

this point. 2

at me. “Too soon for an early cesarian. The child….it would not

the man by his coat and bringing his face close to mine. “And she as

to his credit, does not

barks back at me, his eyes

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Mate, Covered in

him. The doctor takes a step away from me and brushes off his coat, keeping his eyes on mine. “I will move mountains for her, sir,” he bites out, his voice still low. “I will do everything I can to help her survive. We owe you that. But it will not be helped by you losing your temper.

a snarl as I close the distance between us. “You dare take that tone with me?” I ask, my voice

glaring up into my eyes. “You may be our King, sir, but

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

that bed –

doctor but step away. “Do your work,” I snarl, folding my arms across my chest and stepping to the head of her bed. The doctor holds my gaze for a moment more and then does as I

it, Ella has a mask over her face to help her breathe, wires and tubes plugged into her arms.

endure it,

comprehend. It’s almost more than I can do to

know that her life is in their hands, not mine. And it kills me to realize

here and watch her fight knowing that there’s nothing I can

with an ultrasound machine, plugging it in as another quickly spreads clear jelly on Ella’s stomach. Then, they turn towards a screen, murmuring as they try to look at my child,

state.

I hear a moan. A moment later, I realize that the noise dropped from

bloody gloves and turning to me. Her uterus is torn, leaking blood at the cervix, and her organs are in failure – she needs

focusing my eyes on

to me. His voice is apologetic as he utters his next words. “It’s not good, Sir.

at him, taking two instinctual steps forward. “You will