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.

at the entrance taking lead and giving commands left and right. They move quickly, efficiently, bringing forward machines and tools as we

face as I lay her down on the bed as

number of days, but frankly I don’t think it will help at this

glances up at me. “Too soon for an early cesarian.

and bringing his face close to mine. “And she as well. You will do everything –

doctor, to his credit,

back at me, his eyes angry as he

he bites out, his voice still low. “I will do everything I can to help her survive. We owe you that. But it

the distance between us. “You dare take that tone with me?” I ask, my voice low with warning. “I

up to me, then, our chests almost meeting, glaring up into my eyes. “You may be our King, sir, but I am the Alpha

throat then, but I turn my head to look at her.

pride is not worth her sacrifice. I glare at the doctor but 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,

clothes from her poor fragile body, strip her naked so that I can see the blood thickly coating her thighs. I almost flinch away at the sight, but I refuse myself that indulgence. If

to stand here and watch her fight knowing that there’s nothing I can do. As I watch, a

hear a moan. A moment later,

uterus is torn, leaking blood at the cervix, and her organs are in failure – she needs

growl, focusing my eyes on him. “Is he

at her, and then quickly nods. “There’s a heartbeat,” he says, turning back to me. His voice is apologetic as he utters his next words. “It’s not good, Sir. If it were anyone else, I’d…I’d instruct my team to

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