Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 296 – First Checkup

Ella

When we climb out of the ambulance, it seems like a whole team of doctors are waiting for us. I smile at them, a little anxious, as they come forward to escort us into the hospital and run us through our battery of checks. At my side I feel Sinclair shift into his Alpha protection mode, looking at everyone warily, glaring at anyone who comes even close to me and the baby.

I smirk when I notice it, glancing’up at his stern and dangerous expression, but I don’t dissuade him. Honestly, I kind of like it.

We are escorted quickly into a private room where Hank quickly consults with a panel of experts, clearly ordering a ton of tests. As he works, a smile breaks onto my face as I see Cora turn the

corner.

“Cora!” I call, waving to her, Rafe fussing in my arms. Sinclair even glares at Cora as she approaches, though she gives him a curious little look that makes him check his expression.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. “I’m feeling…protective.”

“Understandable,” she says, smiling and reaching for the baby. “Where is my little boy!”

“Heeere,” I sing, carefully handling over the little bundle to his auntie. We dressed him, before we left, in the little cream sleep sack that we had packed in the hospital bag.

“Cutieee,” Cora coos, holding the baby close and peering down at his little face. She beams at him for a moment before looking up at me. “First night go okay?”

I tell her the details of our first night while Sinclair stands firmly at my side, letting me communicate everything. As I speak, Hank and his team begin to break up, preparing the various checks and treatments that I’ll be receiving today. Then, he comes over to us.

and my team are going to ensure that you’re perfectly healthy. And Cora and hers are going to make sure that Rafe is in

Sinclair growls, crossing

smile. He sighs and nods, making me laugh. I can tell that he’s on edge, fighting his

–

right,” Hank says, smiling between us. “You’re in good hands.” Then, he nods at Cora, pausing a moment to place a warm hand on her back between her shoulder

being happy that there might be discord in my sister’s new relationship. You’re team Cora, I remind myself. Team Cora, whatever that

turns in a smug little circle,

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knows that I’m lying to myself. But I give her a little nudge in return and she curls

babies who were born at the hospital yesterday and today, apparently to be monitored and to give me some time

apparently, has no such qualms about the baby being out of

room. “Sorry,” he says, giving

up in

interesting – studies have shown that wolf mothers do indeed sleep better if they have physical contact with their child.” He glances between my mate and me. “You two may want to consider systems of co–sleeping in

turning to Sinclair to see what he thinks, but he just blinks blearily at me.” Ella,” he says, “you spent hundreds of dollars on bassinets – now you want to put the baby in the bed with

about us being wolves, not birds, but I

clipboard from the bottom of my bed, reading through some of the doctor reports there, and then nods happily to me. “I’m happy to report that you’re doing beautifully, Ella. Strikingly healthy – perhaps more than can be expected, after a traumatic birth experience. But perhaps that can be attributed to…your gift? Or however that

the

”

says, smiling at