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.

shoulder, frowning at him. “He’s the child’s uncle! And his godfather! He should be here! I can’t believe

for the cell phone in his back pocket as I lean back on into the pillows, taking deep breaths. “I can’t

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going to be as perfect as I can 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 and come over here to

without any further questions. I hear him tapping on his phone and then he shifts. I watch him stand,

from the other side of the bed, quickly taking the pillowcase

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thing and boil water that’s just in the movies. I’m sure Cora will bring something else

he murmurs, leaning down and wiping the sweat from my brow with the little square of pillowcase folded in

contraction not starting yet. “I feel… determined,”

my chin between the fingers of his big hand and gazing at

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that I’m strong even though I’m scared and in pain. I am strong. For him, and for Rafe, and

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my hands moving low on my stomach. “Here comes another one.‘

breathe in that special way Cora made me

up by a few minutes of respite. Unfortunately, those minutes are coming closer and closer together. I’m moving through this birth process fast, and I don’t have any

no, it seems like Rafe

ready in the moments between contractions. He helps me change into a cotton nightgown instead of the travel clothes I was wearing on the way here. He brings me

getting me to the hospital. I hold his gaze

I almost spill the glass

Sinclair over in her singular focus to be at my side, to look

a hand to balance himself so that he

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love,” she murmurs, her eyes sweeping over me. “Tell me what’s going