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 her

tightly in both of my hands, finally taking a

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 wait

as Hank pulls on latex gloves and

see the wound. I see him take a deep breath at first

into the room, ready

glancing to me.

was right,” Hank calmly informs me. “It’s not it’s not fatal,

some work but it’s a relatively shallow stab, and the knife missed her major organs

glance between my sister

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

head, “she’s – she’s

words, and I can almost see the thoughts passing through his

Roger she left him for she’s human

I see him come to the logical conclusion, the same

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

“Roger father.” Roger is

confused – “That’s

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

baby, it’s his blood

his palm down over his face, putting

from me, barking something out to the nurses about getting

along she is?” he asks, stern,

hiding behind his professional identity

– maybe a week after her missed period?” I shrug, confused, “I

know?”

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

know. Hank sighs and stares at her, at my sister who I

into a daze as the nurses continue to

his arms, “then it would be long enough, now,

don’t know, Ella.” Then he turns to me. “Either

But her

I breathe, taking one hand from Rafe’s carrier to quickly wrap

of guy, I step away, moving to a chair against the