Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 370-Dr. Hank

Ella

I stumble through the doors of the clinic with immense difficulty, Cora leaning heavily and moaning on my one side, Rafe’s

carrier bouncing against my other.

People’s eyes go wide when they see us, but they quickly scatter out of our way to make room, shouting for nurses and

doctors to come and help. I hold my breath, my eyes fastened on the clinic’s familiar front counter as I pray to heaven and

back that Hank is here, that he’s on duty tonight.

I exhale a that huge breath in a sob of relief when I see him come, wide-eyed, around the corner, trying to figure out what

the big fuss is about. Hank gasps when he sees us, dropping his clipboard and dashing into the waiting room to get to our

side.

To my immense relief, Hank recovers quickly from his surprise and is, quite suddenly, the calm and efficient surgeon I’ve

come to know and trust.

“What’s wrong,” he snaps as he gets his shoulder under Cora’s other arm. Where is she hurt?”

“Her lower back,” I say, my words coming slowly as I try to get my frantic mind in order. “She was stabbed – we were

attacked, Hank – I’m so sorry – ”

“Enough,” he says harshly, dismissing my apology with a glare as he helps me basically carry Cora into the back, to where

we can help her. “A stab wound?! Why the fuck didn’t you get her to a hospital, Ella!”

“It’s not bad,” Cora mumbles, and Hank’s head snaps up, as if he didn’t really realize that she’s conscious enough to talk.

“Tell me.” he says, guiding us all into the first room. Then, as Cora talks to him in some kind of medical jargon I don’t

understand, Hank and I help her up onto an examination table where she lays on her belly. Hank hisses when he sees the

soaking her shirt and her

step back, holding on to Rafe’s carrier tightly in both of my hands, finally taking a moment to glance

He’s fussing unhappily, wanting to be held and comforted, but I’m so, so grateful to see that

whole heart breaks as I watch him cry – but I resist, knowing that – that Hank might need me to help

has to

turn my eyes back to Cora then, watching as Hank pulls on latex gloves and then begins to peel

see him take a deep breath at first and then slowly breathe it out as he quickly

to Cora as nurses come into the room, ready to spring into

glancing to me.

not it’s not fatal, Ella,” he says, turning back

we have to do some work but it’s a relatively shallow stab, and the knife missed her major

worry as I glance between my sister – her eyes closed as she lays on the

know can save her life. The doctor

my head, “she’s –

still and pale as he takes in my words, and I can almost see the thoughts passing through his

human humans can’t get pregnant

see him come to the logical conclusion, the same one

instant, my hand on his arm. “Hank,” I say again, drawing his attention back to me as I

father.” Roger

confused – “That’s

head, willing him to believe me. “We have no explanation,” I say, holding his gaze. “But Roger sensed

baby, it’s his blood –

roughly scrapes his palm down over his face, putting the thoughts

nurses about getting an ultrasound machine

turns back to me. “Do you know how far along she is?” he asks, stern, and I see him tucking

behind his

my head, “um, not long? Maybe – maybe a week after her

know?”

a wolf pregnancy…” but then he turns

don’t know. Hank sighs and stares at her, at my sister who I

into a daze as the nurses continue

it was a wolf pregnancy,” Hank says, folding his arms, “then it would be long

to me. “Either way,”

But her

head. “I’ll do everything I can.”“Thank you,” I breathe, taking one hand from Rafe’s carrier to quickly wrap an

knowing Hank’s not a very huggy kind of guy, I step away, moving