Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 291 – Big Alpha Baby

Ella

I’m gripping my sister’s hand, gritting my teeth and groaning through the first of my pushes, when the door bangs open again. I don’t open my eyes – can’t look –

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Quite frankly, at this particular moment I don’t care who the hell it is if it’s Hank, or Roger, or insurgents coming to kill us – all I care about is the horrible, tearing pain within me as I work to bring my baby into the world.

I moan, throwing my head back against the pillows as I pant, feeling the pain subside a little

bit.

“How is she?” I hear Hank ask, and I open my eyes to see him there next to me. I try to give him a little smile, failing a bit. “Hello, Ella,” he says softly, his voice warmer than I’m used to. “You look like you’re doing great.”

I murmur my thanks to him as he turns his attention back to Cora, getting a full report, and I shift my gaze to Roger, who stands awkwardly across the room.

“Roger,” I say, putting my hand out to him, inviting him closer.

“Hello, Ella!” he calls, awkward. “Happy…happy birth. Or whatever.”

Sinclair starts to laugh quietly. “Come over, Roger,” he demands and Roger sighs, hanging his head and deliberately choosing not to look at me as he comes to stand with his brother. ” What,” Sinclair asks him as he arrives at his side. “More of a cigars in the waiting room kind of guy?”

“Yeah,” Roger agrees, giving his brother a little glare. “I’d say that’s much more my vibe.”

I say to him, giving him a tired

want to meet the baby, Ella,” Roger says, his voice kinder now as he meets my gaze. “Just….when

the mattress that makes it harder for her to see what’s really going on. Roger tries to muffle his groan as he turns away,

my side, Sinclair solid a solid force next to my head. ” You’ve moved quite quickly through this, Ella,” Hank informs me as the contraction ends and I pant, working to catch my breath. “This is rare, even for a wolf birth. But you should be in

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at him but note, interestingly, that Cora rolls her eyes at him a little bit when he says this. I have no idea what that could mean is there trouble in paradise? – but honestly, any of my interest in that

feel my baby moving inside me, progressing along. It’s hard, agonizing work, but my sister calls encouragement to

cheer in her voice is a balm to my agonized body. I look at her with hope in my eyes and she gives me a happy little nod. “One big push, sis, and his head will be born, and then it’s easy

when it comes and Cora tells me to, I push – absolutely as hard as I can, giving a guttural yell while I do in that I hope will help me push through, bring him

Cora says, smiling at me, “he’s here, Ella! Just a couple more to

And push, and push. I gasp, laying back and panting as I feel the contraction end, and

the pain that shoots through my back.” What’s wrong?

to stay still and steady, to let the doctor’s do their work. Inaction and the passing of responsibility to another – no matter how much they outstrip him in their expertise – has never been his

hesitate and exchange glances again, then looking down at the baby. I

but

at me, leaning forward to

on Sinclair.

and I see that her face is worried.

pushes. Which is sometimes

worry,” Hank continues, “that because he’s such a large

horrified. Sinclair goes

common,” Hank says hurriedly. “Lots of women experience this with large babies. It’s called shoulder dystocia –

I gasp, confused, baffled, horribly worried. “What

okay!” Cora says, though her worried voice belies