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.”

wanted you here,” I say to him, giving him a tired little smile. “I want

now as he meets my gaze. “Just….when you’ve cleaned it up a bit. Gotten some of the goop

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 as he turns away, which perversely makes me want to laugh in one of the more painful and trying moments of my

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

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a little bit when he says this. I have no idea what that could mean is

for a few rounds, of me huffing and pushing with all of my might during the contractions and then resting, as best I can, in the short spaces between them. I can feel my baby moving inside me, progressing along. It’s hard, agonizing work, but my sister calls

and the cheer in her voice is a balm to my agonized body. I

despite the pain ravaging my body. I wait for the next contraction and, 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

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

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

I demand, working to sit up and moaning at the pain that shoots through my back.”

so hard, to stay still and steady, to let the doctor’s do their work. Inaction and the passing

and exchange glances again,

but

at me, leaning forward to press

my eyes fixed on Sinclair. “Please, you

I see that her face is worried. “Ella, he didn’t make

the past few pushes. Which is sometimes

he’s such a large baby, that he could be

Sinclair goes

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

gasp, confused, baffled, horribly

okay!” Cora says, though her worried voice belies her words. “We’re trained