Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 207

#Chapter 207 – Denial

Ella

When I wake I’m in my nest, hooked up to about a dozen machines and wracking my brains for some explanation of how I got here. Of course… the moment my memory kicks in, I wish it hadn’t. My wolf howls in my head, but I shut out the tumultuous emotions threatening to consume me. It might not be healthy, but if there’s one thing I’m good at – it’s repressing feelings.

I clench my eyes shut. “It’s not real, it’s not real.” I insist to the empty room, reflexively tracing the outline of my womb. “Are you alright, little one?” I squeak, wondering if my pain is about to multiply by a million.

The baby flutters and sends feelings of sleepy confusion through our bond, and the tightness in my heart eases a bit. He’s okay. I tell my whining wolf, but we both know she’s not just worried for the baby’s sake.

They’re both okay. My wolf assures me, sounding surprisingly confident for all her nervous whimpering. I don’t care what anyone says. We would feel it if he was gone. I would feel it.

But what if he’s too far away? I ask, hating myself for the kernel of doubt currently sitting in my stomach like a boulder.

I would still know. She insists. Trust me, no amount of distance could fool me. Our bond is in tact, just out of reach.

Then why are you so worried, I can feel how feral you are. I remind her, praying she’s right and that this isn’t simply bravado.

Because he’s out there alone somewhere and someone just tried to kill him… they succeeded in killing all his men. She answers, and I can feel the truth in her words.

will not rest

standing in the doorway, looking at me with the pitying expression of someone who wants to be sensitive but doesn’t know how. “You gave

he didn’t call us Your Highness. My wolf remarks dryly, noting the trend that far too many of the Vanarans and refugees have

happened?” I ask, my hands still resting on my belly. “Is

skyrocket to very dangerous levels. In your case it triggered false labor and a dizzy spell which thankfully caused you to pass out before your heart or child could be harmed.” He explains. “We’ve got you hooked up to an IV to get some fluids into your system, and it also allows us to administer anxiety medications

have to go back onto bed

under far too much stress. I know the doctors in Moon Valley diagnosed you with preeclampsia, and

sullenly. “We’re at war… and my mate…” I know if I tell him that Sinclair isn’t dead he’ll just think I’m in denial, but I can’t

The doctor tells me sympathetically. “I know it’s hardly a comfort, but his death

nice. I simply nod and glance at the IV. “Do I have a choice about the

you to follow my treatment plan for the sake of

I murmur, feeling fresh tears

to tell me what worries you about the sedatives?” He

I’m afraid to go to sleep, because no amount of distance can keep us apart in dreams. My mate can even follow me into my deepest, darkest nightmares… so if I sleep and

I’ll leave you to rest.” The doctor answers, thankfully not seeming offended by my response. “But I hope you’ll

I’d just started to burrow deeper into my nest, seeking the lingering scent of my mate from the last time we lay here together, when Henry and Cora enter the room. They both have tears in their eyes, and Cora immediately comes forward and

kissing her hair.

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