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

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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.

we move down the hall, the doctor who first met us at the entrance taking lead and

many months?” The doctor asks, looking closely at Ella’s face as I lay her down on the bed

the exact number of days, but

this point. 2

then glances up at me. “Too soon for an early

face close to mine. “And she as well. You will do everything – you will move mountains, if I command it

his credit,

back at me, his eyes angry as he

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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

pull back from my teeth in a snarl as I close the distance between us. “You dare take that tone with me?” I ask, my voice low with warning.

our chests almost meeting, glaring up into my eyes. “You may be our King, sir, but I am the Alpha in this surgery. And if you want me to save her

my throat then, but I turn

that bed –

I glare at the 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

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 I can see the blood

but I refuse myself that indulgence. If she can endure it,

work, speaking in a medical language I can’t comprehend. It’s almost more than I

I know that her life is in their hands,

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

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, assess

state.

drops and I hear a moan. A moment

Her uterus

growl, focusing my

me. His voice is apologetic as he utters his next

at him, taking two instinctual steps forward. “You will save them both,” I