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,”

cling to her,

back. “I will bring the car around,” she yells, and Michelle starts leading me back out the front of the store. Sondra pulls up in a blue car, far fancier than I expected her to drive, it was

never seen her drive. Michelle opens the back doors, and I fall heavily on the seat, using my hands to

I breathed and moan in pain. Once we pull up, Michelle is the first to jump out of the car. However,

your baby hear. What

is ripped open. The

a small cot. Between my pain and panting, I couldn’t focus as Michelle helped me down to the cot. It was the only actual bed

me get her pants off, and I’ll grab some towels,” Noleen orders. Michelle and Sondra strip my

her hands, her eyes soft as she spoke clearly, “Elena, I need you

I see the head.” It felt like I would never get them out after what felt like an eternity of pushing. I was almost ready to give up. I shake my head. “I can’t!” I

before I could catch my breath, the pressure built up once more as I tried to focus on my son. Noleen handed Michelle

chuckles as the old woman fists the air viciously, her fists shaking as if she herself was

planned, I was determined for my son to be born, and finally I felt him emerge. His shrill cry couldn’t be missed. “Two little boys, with beautiful eyes, almost silver.” Sondra mentioning their eyes made me nervous as she handed

of my lower abdomen. I knew there definitely wasn’t a third one. Noleen places her hand on my stomach, putting pressure when I feel something slide out, making shudder.

them before handing them back to me, looking at them, I could tell they were