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

of blood soaking her

to Rafe’s carrier tightly in both of my

held and comforted, but I’m so,

watch him cry – but I resist, knowing

just has to

then, watching as Hank pulls on

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

Cora as nurses come into the room, ready to spring

glancing to me.

not fatal, Ella,” he says, turning back to his work.

some work but it’s a relatively shallow

say, breathless with worry as I glance between my sister – her

– and the doctor I know can save her life. The doctor whose heart she broke so little

my head, “she’s – she’s

pale as he takes in my words, and I

for she’s human humans can’t get pregnant

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

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

“Roger father.”

confused – “That’s impossible,

believe me. “We have no explanation,”

it’s his blood – ”

breath and roughly scrapes his palm down over his

from me, barking something out to the nurses about getting

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

behind his professional identity

long? Maybe – maybe a week after her missed period?”

know?”

a wolf pregnancy…” but then he turns to me again, confused, “wait, is it even

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

as the nurses

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

know, Ella.” Then he turns to me. “Either way,” he says, “the knife wouldn’t have itself

But her blood

I breathe, taking one hand from Rafe’s carrier to quickly wrap an arm around Hank’s

a very huggy kind of guy, I step away, moving to a chair against the wall so