Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 371

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…”

this. “I can do it, Hank but, the people

that he’s not going to understand what I’m talking about if I start babbling on about

getting away they they bound my gift and my wolf,” I say, giving

heal her in the car,

can – you can actually like, use it to heal people

wounds like that -”

suddenly, a little disturbed by his curiosity about

sister. What, really, is he

forgiveness. “I’m I’m just a doctor, Ella. It’s all I really do,

bodies. The idea of being able to wield medicine like that – it’s a dream.

and nod, my eyes moving back

himself. “It would help

gift? I know a lot about wolf biology, but not a lot about the

one of the priestesses of the

Ask for her aid

that –

idea, Hank,” I say, getting quickly to my feet and looking around the room. “Can

please?”

to the computer and the phone in the corner of the

to

Let’s update each

little computer in the corner, where I

center of our city, hopping to hell the

something to help.

Sinclair

priest before us sweeps a fist out in front of him, his

leap, takes the hit first, yelping and turning away as the fire burns him, singing the edges of

burning out before it gets deep enough to actually hurt

crouch defensively, my roar of attack turning into one of pain as I turn my back

– a deep and searing

the brunt of the flame, I turn back

coming back to

it again,” the priest says, his teeth gritted as he glares at us. “I will burn you until your charred skeletons are

are left -”

taking another step towards him. “Or else you’d

Priest’s eye – frustration, I think, in being

and begins to prowl forward

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