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.

lead and giving commands left and right. They move quickly, efficiently, bringing forward machines and tools as we approach a bed at the back of

many months?” The doctor asks, looking closely at Ella’s face as I lay her down on the bed as gently as

could tell him the exact number of days, but frankly I don’t think it will help

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

the man by his coat and bringing his face close to mine. “And she

doctor, to his credit, does

barks back at me, his eyes angry as

mine. “I will move mountains for her, sir,” he bites out, his voice

my lips pull back from my teeth in a snarl as I close the distance between us. “You dare take that tone with me?” I ask, my voice low with warning. “I

be our King, sir, but I am the Alpha in this surgery. And if you want me to save her

head to look at

across my chest and stepping to the head of her bed. The

the 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

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 at my child,

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

me. “Her uterus is torn, leaking blood

growl, focusing my eyes

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 let

instinctual steps forward. “You will save them both,” I demand,