The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 285 – Spicy Foods, Caster Oil, and…

“Nothing,” she says, shaking her head quickly and realizing her mistake. “I’m so sorry, Ella – I didn’t mean to scare you – he’s just…” she turns again to the monitor, shaking her head at what she sees.

“Cora!” I shout, sitting up fast and grabbing her by the shoulder. “Tell me! Now!” Sinclair is at my side instantly, a warm hand on my back as he peers down at the monitor. Hank likewise turns his head to the screen, curious.

“The baby is just huge,” Cora breathes, in awe. “If these measurements are right…” she shakes her head, looking up at Hank. “I mean, are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

Hank leans forward, considering, and then his eyes likewise go wide. He stands up and leans back, crossing his arms. “She’s right. That is a big baby.”

My breath starts to come short as I look frantically between the screen, my doctors, and my mate before finally settling on my stomach. Oh my god. Is he really huge? Was my idea that he was as big as a watermelon actually true? Is he so big that he’s going to be too large to come out, and so he’ll have to just stay in there until I explode –

“Don’t freak out, Ella,” Hank says, drawing my eyes up to his calm face. “It’s nothing drastic yet. Just…a big baby.”

“That’s a little bit of an understatement, Hank,” Cora says, glancing up at him. “Only a man would, say that a twelve pound baby, not even at full term, is nothing drastic.”

“I’m just saying,” Hank interrupts smoothly, professionally, keeping his eyes on me, “that the baby’s size is at this point no risk to himself or to you – which is really the important thing. Many women – even petite women, like yourself – have delivered twelve pound babies before.”

stomach. “But I’m sure they didn’t enjoy the

though,” Sinclair says, and I look up to see a worried frown on his face as

around on my belly, assessing Rafe’s condition. I give her a little kick and she

and bite my lip, worried. “Seriously, if he continues to grow at this rate,” I fret, looking between my doctors, “what

the baby gets too large to deliver naturally, we’ll consider a cesarian. But I think everyone in this room agrees that a natural birth would be preferable Cora?” He continues, passing

and Sinclair. Honestly, guys, I think this muffin is baked. When I look at that screen, everything I see suggests a full-term baby ready to go. I am not as familiar with wolf deliveries as I’d

now and, from what we see in the exam, we have every reason

anticipation that I could meet my baby soon and that this pregnancy could be done. “Really,” I breathe, looking at

your body to heal and Rafe to grow. I’d say you’re just about as strong as any mom ready to give birth to her first

Sinclair, then, my face alive with my happiness. He puts a broad hand on my cheek, bringing his face down to mine and placing a swift kiss on my lips. “You’re a miracle, Ella,” he whispers, sweeping his hand back to tuck my hair

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at my sudden happiness, my love for my mate, my child, our soon-to-be family. The entire pregnancy has been so full of anxiety – to be able to come into the final days of

earn it. “Congratulations, sis,” Cora says, taking my hand and beaming at me. I give her hand a squeeze in return and use

done it without you.” “Well, we’re not finished yet,” Hank