Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 371-Unleashing the Flame

Ella

I fall into a little daze as I watch Hank work, as I hold my sleeping baby in my arms. It’s not that I’m not paying attention –

it’s just that…I don’t really understand what they’re doing or saying, so to me it’s all just quiet repetitive work.

I do pay attention, of course, when Hank deems Cora patched up enough to roll her over onto her side so that they can

perform an ultrasound. Cora gives a low moan when the nurses move her, a sound which at once pains me and gives me

a little thrill of hope. Because as much as I hate to hear my sister in pain –

Damn it, at least it means she’s alive. I watch carefully as the nurses hold her still, as Hank expertly spreads some clear

jelly on her stomach and then begins to search for a heartbeat. Then I bury my head in my hand a few moments later

when he finds it – a fast, faint fluttering of noise. My little niece or nephew, still fighting for life.

I drag my hand away from my face a moment later to see Hank nodding to his nurses and Cora lowered back on her belly.

Then, Hank turns to me, pulling off his gloves as he crosses the room and falls into a crouch so that we can be almost

face-to-face while I stay seated.

“You saw?” he asks, looking up at me a little from his lowered place on the floor. “Yes,” I reply, nodding sharply. “The baby

is alive, but – ”

“Right,” he says, glancing back towards Cora. “It’s – it’s not preferable, obviously, for a mother to be so gravely wounded

so early in a pregnancy. Frequently the body will decide…” he sighs and shakes his head, trying to come up with the right

words. He looks up at me as he finishes his thought, “the body will sometimes decide, Ella, to prioritize the mother.”

“So miscarriage…” I say, looking over at my sister.

“There’s a higher risk of it right now, yes. Ella,” he says again, his voice curious now, drawing my eyes back to him. “Did

Cora ever mention to you the possibility…”

going with this. “I can do

understand what I’m talking about if

“As we were getting away they they

the car, but I couldn’t access

his eyebrows going up in surprise. “So you can – you can

wounds like that -”

at Hank suddenly, a little disturbed by his curiosity about

What, really, is he asking me

his hands up in a little plea for forgiveness. “I’m I’m just a doctor, Ella.

like that – it’s a

eyes moving back to

Cora himself. “It would help Cora, and the

know a lot about wolf biology, but not a

anyway to get around this? Perhaps one of the priestesses of the Goddess, your

touch with her? Ask

that – that Hank may

say, getting quickly to my

please?”

nods to the computer and the phone in the corner of the room. “Of course, Ella,” he says. “The entire facility is at

now. “I’m going to run some tests,” he murmurs, taking a

himself.” Let’s update each

nod eagerly to Hank and then carry Rafe over to the little computer in the corner, where I open a web

of the temple in the center of our city, hopping to hell the priestesses

something to help.

Sinclair

before us sweeps a fist out in front of him, his teeth bared in determination

takes the hit first, yelping and turning away as the fire

burning out before it gets deep enough to

roar of attack turning into one of pain as I turn my back to the fire

– a deep and searing touch that’s gone after an instant as

at the sound of my men behind me likewise taking the brunt of

back to Roger’s

teeth gritted as he glares at us. “I will burn you until

are left -”

snap, taking another step towards him. “Or

the Priest’s eye – frustration, I think, in being caught out. Roger, understanding my point,

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