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.”

to him, giving him a tired little smile. “I want

voice kinder now as he meets my gaze. “Just….when you’ve cleaned

one, cursing a little at the lack of stirrups and the soft surface of the mattress that makes it harder for her to see what’s really going on. Roger tries to muffle his groan

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 of it now,” he says, patting my knee and giving

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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

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 my side through every moment of it, steadily

to my agonized body. I look at her with hope in my eyes and she gives me a happy little nod. “One

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,

head!” Cora says, smiling at me, “he’s here, Ella! Just a

laying back and panting as I feel the contraction end, and I look to Cora for instructions. Instead of a happy smile, though, I see her exchange an odd

and moaning at the pain that shoots through my back.”

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

– but…” She and Hank hesitate and exchange glances again, then looking down at

but

at me, leaning

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

sighs as she sits back and I see that her face is worried. “Ella, he didn’t make

pushes. Which

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

horrified. Sinclair goes rigid next to

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

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

okay!” Cora says, though her worried voice belies