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

her

carrier tightly in both of my hands, finally taking a moment to glance down at

wanting to be held and comforted, but I’m so, so

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

has

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

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

the room, ready to

glancing to me.

not fatal, Ella,” he says, turning back to his work. “I mean, it’s

do some work but it’s a relatively shallow stab, and the knife

sister – her eyes closed as she

I know can save her life. The doctor whose heart she broke so little time ago. “Hank,”

my head, “she’s – she’s

still and pale as he takes in my words,

she left him for she’s human humans can’t get pregnant by a wolf

as I see him come to the logical conclusion, the same one Cora did

his arm. “Hank,” I say again, drawing his

father.” Roger is

me, confused –

shake my head, willing him to believe me. “We have

it’s his blood –

deep breath and roughly scrapes his palm down over his face,

away from me, barking something out to the nurses about getting an ultrasound

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

away, hiding behind his

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

know?”

“With a wolf pregnancy…” but then he turns to me again,

my head – honestly, we don’t know. Hank sighs

as the nurses continue to

his arms, “then

Ella.” Then he turns to me. “Either way,” he says, “the

child. But her blood

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

squeeze. Then, knowing Hank’s not a very huggy kind of guy,