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 shirt

to Rafe’s carrier tightly in both of my

to be held and comforted, but I’m

cry – but I resist, knowing that – that Hank might need me to

just has

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

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

room, ready to spring into action. Hank gives them

glancing to me.

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

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

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

doctor I know can save her life. The doctor whose heart she broke so little time

my head, “she’s –

takes in my words, and I can almost

Roger she left him for she’s human humans can’t

him come to the logical conclusion, the same one

at his side at an instant, my hand on his arm. “Hank,” I say again, drawing his attention back to

father.”

me, confused

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

it’s his blood

deep breath and roughly scrapes his palm down over

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

me. “Do you know how far along she is?” he asks, stern, and I see him tucking his emotions about

hiding behind his

maybe a week after her missed period?”

know?”

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

– honestly, we don’t know. Hank sighs and stares at

as the

his arms, “then it would

he turns to me. “Either

But her blood

can.”“Thank you,” I breathe, taking one hand from Rafe’s carrier to

not a very huggy kind of guy, I