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! I can’t believe you

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

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

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

of the bed, quickly

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and boil water that’s just in

he murmurs, leaning down and wiping the sweat from my brow with the little square

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

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

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it too – that I’m strong even though I’m scared and in pain. I am

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eyes shut again, my hands moving low on my stomach. “Here

side again, steady and tense. Then, as I start to breathe in that special way Cora made me practice, he breathes along with me. He’s

pain followed 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 control over

Rafe and my body

was wearing on the way here. He brings me two cool cups of water, one for drinking, the other for dipping more

to the hospital. I hold his gaze

open. Cora flies into the room, panting, a medical bag slung over her shoulder. I almost spill the glass of tap water Sinclair just handed me all over myself as I give a little shriek of surprise when

she gasps, dashing over to me, almost bowling Sinclair over in her singular

as he puts out a hand to balance himself so that he doesn’t go sprawling on the floor. Cora

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her eyes sweeping over me. “Tell me