Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 48

The more I walked, the more I struggled the pressure in my lower back was intense, my breathing becoming harder, and my belly rock hard. The worst cramps I had ever felt rippled across my belly, stealing breath and making my feet falter.

Il couldn’t make it much further, and Michelle might as well be carrying me at this point as we got near the bakery, my lower back was on fire and severe pressure to my pelvis made me feel on the verge of passing out.

I clutched the corner of the brick wall with the urge to bear down. “No, Michelle, we need to get back, we need to get back, I think I’m in labor!” I rasp out. “Fuck!” she curses, looking around while grabbing my arm and keeping me from hitting the concrete. Just as I was about to have my babies on the street, the bakery door opens.

Sondra came rushing out, “Elena? Oh my goodness, you don’t look too good. Help me bring her inside to call an ambulance.”

“No!” I blurt and so does Michelle. I can’t go to a normal hospital, they would record the birth. Find the women in the settlement, and then I would run the risk of Axton finding me. Sondra ushers us inside, and Sondra grabs her phone.

“No, please. I just want to go home,” I tried to get up while Michelle tries to calm me. “Elena, I’ll take you home. But you are in no condition to walk.” Sondra states. Michele held concern on her face, we hadn’t even gotten the supplies yet, and I was two weeks early.

Sondra frantically looks around, “The hospital is a few streets away,”

“No! I just need to get home, Noleen used to be a midwife,”

looks at Michelle as I cling to her,

car around,” she yells, and Michelle starts leading me back out the front of the

opens the back doors, and I fall heavily

Michelle starts giving directions, while I breathed and moan in pain. Once we pull up, Michelle is the first to jump

baby hear. What

door I am leaning on is ripped

me down to the cot. It was the only actual bed in this place, the rest we made do with what we could find, and this room was set

towels,” Noleen orders.

hands, her eyes soft as she spoke clearly, “Elena, I need you to put your head to your chest and push like your life

head.” It felt like I would never get them out after what felt like an

and heard him cry. But before I could catch my breath, the pressure built up once more

the air viciously, her fists shaking as if

finally I felt him emerge. His shrill cry couldn’t be missed. “Two little boys, with beautiful eyes,

Noleen places her hand on my stomach, putting pressure

back before staring down at my boys. Michelle and another woman, help wrap them before handing them back to me, looking at them, I could tell they were identical, dark thick locks,