Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Sinclair

I roar as I stumble through the doors of the hospital, my bleeding mate clutched in my arms.

Everyone in the emergency room freezes – doctors, nurses, patients. Everyone. The noise that comes from me is unending, a demand, a plea, a threat. I am halfway between states now – my eyes filled with the wolf’s flame, my hands ending in razor-sharp claws.

She breathes against my chest, barely. Blood drips from her.

The bond – I can barely feel it, between she and I –

And my child –

I take a breath, then, glaring around the room, and open my mouth to shout again. “DOCTOR,” I cry. “Get me a doctor! NOW!”

The room collectively jumps at this, patients clearing away from the desk and heading towards the sides of the room, the nurses leaping to their feet. A doctor strides forward – one I don’t recognize – but he’s here, damn it, he’d better be good –

“Come,” he commands, stopping a few feet from us and then gesturing backwards towards the door to the treatment rooms. He doesn’t need to look any closer to know that she needs immediate care. “This way, fast.”

I stride after him as he shouts out commands on his way. In my arms, Ella is deathly pale, passed out, hardly breathing. I glance down at her, at her beautiful face, her rose-gold hair falling across it.

She’s strong – I know she’s strong –

But she’s given so much. I grit my teeth, growling, livid with the universe for asking this much of her. I will not lose her to this.

move down the hall, the doctor who first met us at the entrance taking lead and giving commands

at Ella’s face as I lay her down on the bed

number of days, but frankly

me. “Too soon for an early cesarian. The child…it

child will survive,” I growl, grabbing the man by his coat and bringing his face close to mine. “And she as well. You will do everything

doctor, to his credit, does

at me, his eyes angry as he grabs

keeping his eyes on mine. “I will move mountains for her, sir,” he bites

a snarl as I close the distance between us. “You dare take that tone with

our chests almost meeting, glaring up into my eyes. “You may be our King, sir, but I am the Alpha in this surgery. And if you want me to

turn my head to look at her. So small – so fragile, in

step away. “Do your work,” I snarl, folding my arms across my chest and stepping to the head of her bed. The doctor holds my gaze for a moment more and then does as I say, getting down to the business of saving my mate’s

The nurses cut the clothes from her poor fragile body, strip her naked so that I can see the blood thickly coating

basic medic experience, of course, but I know that her life is in their hands, not mine. And it kills me to realize that, to stand here and watch her fight knowing that there’s nothing I can do. As I watch, a nurse comes forward with an ultrasound machine, plugging it in as another quickly spreads clear jelly on Ella’s stomach. Then, they turn towards a screen, murmuring as they try to look

heartbeat on the screen. My stomach drops and I hear a moan. A moment

and turning to me. “Her uterus is torn,

my eyes on

is apologetic as he utters his next words. “It’s not good, Sir. If it were anyone else, I’d…I’d instruct my

snarl at him, taking two instinctual steps forward. “You