Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 291: Contractions

Ella

Slowly, I breathe through my contractions, taking deep breaths in through my nose and huffing them out of my mouth. The pain is…well, I suppose I can’t say like anything I’ve felt before, can I? Not after all I’ve been through in the past five months. But it’s incredible, the way it radiates through my body, making me grit my teeth against it.

I can feel my body moving, changing along with the contractions. The pain in my pelvis, particularly, is insane, as the bones shift to make room for the baby to pass through. My eyes flash open during one particularly difficult contraction and I hear myself cry out against the pain. God, I would have thought that being a wolf made this easier – wolves seem to have a whole litter of pups without much trouble, by themselves out in the woods.

Passingly, I consider shifting into my wolf form to ease this

But then, suddenly, Sinclair bursts into my room, dashing for me.

“What,” he gasps, almost skidding to the side, looking me all over for what is wrong. “What is it, Ella – I heard you scream –”

“No,” I say, gasping a little as the contraction starts to come to its end. “No, it’s just the contraction – god, Dominic, these suck – ”

He shakes his head, still panicked, trying to put it all together as he kneels by the side of the bed and takes my hand. “Cora is coming, she’s close,” he murmurs. “She’ll be allowed in.”

“And Hank?” I ask, looking at my mate. “And Roger?”

“Roger?” Sinclair asks, confused.

“Yes, Dominic! Roger! I want him here as well!”

“Why?” Sinclair’s eyes are wide with wonder now.

“Because!” I smack his shoulder, frowning at him. “He’s the child’s uncle! And his godfather! He should be here! I can’t believe you didn’t call him!”

the cell phone in his back pocket as I lean back on into the pillows, taking deep breaths. “I can’t believe you’re thinking about propriety

I have to give birth in a war zone with no epidural, then Roger can damn

him stand, leaning over me. Frowning, he leans over and grabs one of the pillows from the other side of the bed, quickly taking the pillowcase between his

and boil water that’s just in the movies. I’m sure Cora will

the sweat from my brow with the little square of pillowcase folded

next contraction not starting yet. “I feel… determined,” I say, gazing up at him. “Rafe is

the fingers of his big hand and gazing

in pain. I am strong. For him, and for Rafe, and

I say, pressing my eyes shut

tense. Then, as I start to breathe in that special way Cora made me practice, he breathes along

are coming closer and closer together. I’m moving through this birth process fast, and I don’t have any control over it. If I could

seems like Rafe

here. He brings me two cool cups of water, one

something horrible in not getting me to the hospital. I hold his

bursts open. Cora flies into the room, panting, a medical bag slung over her shoulder. I almost spill the glass of tap water Sinclair

her singular focus to

he puts out a hand to balance himself so that

enture

she murmurs, her eyes sweeping over me. “Tell

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