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 shirt and

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

be held and comforted,

cry – but I resist, knowing

just has

watching as Hank pulls on latex gloves and then

the wound. I see him take a deep breath at first and then slowly breathe it out

into the room, ready to spring into action. Hank

glancing to me.

me. “It’s not it’s not fatal, Ella,” he

relatively shallow stab, and the knife missed her major organs

worry as I glance between my sister – her eyes closed

her life. The

my head, “she’s – she’s

goes perfectly still and pale as he takes in my words, and I can almost

she’s human

to her as I see him come to the

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

“Roger father.”

frowns at me, confused – “That’s

shake my head, willing him to believe me. “We have no explanation,” I

baby, it’s his

roughly scrapes his palm

away from me, barking something out to the nurses

know how far along she is?” he asks, stern, and I see him tucking his emotions

behind his professional

say, shaking my head, “um, not long? Maybe – maybe a week after her missed period?” I shrug,

know?”

satisfied. “With a wolf pregnancy…” but then he turns to

and shake my head – honestly, we don’t know. Hank sighs and stares at her, at

into a daze as

Hank says, folding his arms, “then it would be long enough, now, to detect

baby is…human? I don’t know, Ella.” Then he turns to me. “Either way,” he says,

child. But her blood

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

very huggy kind of guy, I step