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.”

a tired little smile. “I want you

the baby, Ella,” Roger says, his voice kinder now as he meets my gaze. “Just….when you’ve cleaned it up a bit. Gotten

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, which perversely makes me want to laugh in

quickly takes Cora’s space at 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 the final parts

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idea what that could mean is there trouble in paradise? – but

between them. I can feel my baby moving inside me, progressing along. It’s hard, agonizing work, but my sister calls encouragement to me and my mate is by

agonized body. I look at her with hope in my eyes and she gives me a

pain ravaging my body. I wait for the next contraction and, when it comes and Cora tells me to, I push – absolutely

smiling at me, “he’s here, Ella!

feel the contraction end, and I look to Cora for instructions. Instead of a

at the pain that shoots through

can tell by his voice that he’s working, so hard, 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

okay, Ella – he’s almost born – but…” She and Hank hesitate and exchange glances again, then looking down at the baby. I struggle

but

at me, leaning forward to

beg, my eyes fixed on Sinclair. “Please, you have

as she sits back and I see that her face is worried. “Ella, he

in the past few pushes. Which is

continues, “that because he’s such a large baby, that

horrified. Sinclair

babies. It’s called shoulder dystocia – we think his shoulder

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

her worried voice