Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 290 – Contractions

Ella

Slowly, I breathe through my contractions, taking deep breaths in through my nose and huffing them out of my mouth. The pain is…well, I suppose I can’t say like anything I’ve felt before, can I? Not after all I’ve been through in the past five months. But it’s incredible, the way it radiates through my body, making me grit my teeth against it.

I can feel my body moving, changing along with the contractions. The pain in my pelvis, particularly, is insane, as the bones shift to make room for the baby to pass through. My eyes flash open during one particularly difficult contraction and I hear myself cry out against the pain. God, I would have thought that being a wolf made this easier – wolves seem to have a whole litter of pups without much trouble, by themselves out in the woods.

Passingly, I consider shifting into my wolf form to ease this

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But then, suddenly, Sinclair bursts into my room, dashing for me.

“What,” he gasps, almost skidding to the side, looking me all over for what is wrong. “What is it, Ella – I heard you scream –”

“No,” I say, gasping a little as the contraction starts to come to its end. “No, it’s just the contraction – god, Dominic, these suck – ”

He shakes his head, still panicked, trying to put it all together as he kneels by the side of the bed and takes my hand. “Cora is coming, she’s close,” he murmurs. “She’ll be allowed in.”

“And Hank?” I ask, looking at my mate. “And Roger?”

“Roger?” Sinclair asks, confused.

“Yes, Dominic! Roger! I want him here as well!”

“Why?” Sinclair’s eyes are wide with wonder now.

frowning at him. “He’s the child’s uncle! And his godfather! He should be here!

as I lean back on into the pillows, taking deep breaths. “I can’t believe you’re thinking about propriety while you’re giving birth with

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make it for Rafe!” I snap, determined. “And if I have to give birth in a war zone with no epidural, then Roger can damn well get out of bed

further questions. I hear him tapping on his phone and then he shifts. I watch him stand, leaning over me. Frowning, he leans

other side of the bed, quickly taking the pillowcase between his two hands and

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just in the movies. I’m sure Cora will bring something else

brow with the little square of pillowcase folded in his hand. “How are you, love?

can against the pillows, the next contraction not starting yet. “I feel… determined,” I say,

girl,” Sinclair says softly, taking my chin between the fingers of his big hand and gazing at me.

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that I’m strong even though I’m scared and in pain. I am strong. For

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hands moving low on my stomach. “Here comes

gets on his knees by my side again, steady and tense. Then, as I start to breathe in that special way Cora made me

by a few minutes of respite. Unfortunately, those minutes are coming closer and closer together. I’m moving through this birth process fast, and

Rafe and my

of the travel clothes I was wearing on the way here.

in not getting me to the hospital. I hold his gaze steadily whenever I can, letting him know, silently, that we’re all going to

how much time has passed when the door bursts open. Cora flies into the room, panting, a medical bag slung over her shoulder. I almost spill the glass of tap water Sinclair

Sinclair over in her singular

to balance himself so that he doesn’t go sprawling on

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her eyes sweeping over me. “Tell me