The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 291 – Big Alpha Baby

Ella

I’m gripping my sister’s hand, gritting my teeth and groaning through the first of my pushes, when the door bangs open again. I don’t open my eyes – can’t look –

Quite frankly, at this particular moment I don’t care who the hell it is if it’s Hank, or Roger, or insurgents coming to kill us – all I care about is the horrible, tearing pain within me as I work to bring my baby into the world.

I moan, throwing my head back against the pillows as I pant, feeling the pain subside a little bit.

“How is she?” I hear Hank ask, and I open my eyes to see him there next to me. I try to give him a little smile, failing a bit. “Hello, Ella,” he says softly, his voice warmer than I’m used to. “You look like you’re doing great.”

I murmur my thanks to him as he turns his attention back to Cora, getting a full report, and I shift my gaze to Roger, who stands awkwardly across the room.

“Roger,” I say, putting my hand out to him, inviting him closer. “Hello, Ella!” he calls, awkward. “Happy…happy birth. Or whatever.”

Sinclair starts to laugh quietly. “Come over, Roger,” he demands and Roger sighs, hanging his head and deliberately choosing not to look at me as he comes to stand with his brother. ” What,” Sinclair asks him as he arrives at his side. “More of a cigars in the waiting room kind of guy?”

“Yeah,” Roger agrees, giving his brother a little glare. “I’d say that’s much more my vibe.” “I wanted you here,” I say to him, giving him a tired little smile. “I want you to meet the baby.”

“Of course I want to meet the baby, Ella,” Roger says, his voice kinder now as he meets my gaze. “Just….when you’ve cleaned it up a bit. Gotten some of the goop off.”

the lack of stirrups and the soft surface of the mattress that makes it harder for her to see what’s really

I pant, working to catch my breath. “This is rare, even for a wolf birth. But you should be in the final parts

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back at him but note, interestingly, that Cora rolls her eyes at him a little bit when he says this. I have no idea what that could mean is there

them. I can feel my baby moving inside me, progressing along. It’s hard, agonizing work, but my sister calls encouragement to me and my mate is by my side through every moment of it, steadily holding

balm to my agonized body. I look at her with hope in my eyes and she gives me a happy little nod. “One big push, sis,

breath, looking up excitedly at Sinclair, happy despite the pain ravaging my body. I wait for the next contraction and, when it comes and Cora tells me to,

his little head!” Cora says, smiling at me, “he’s here, Ella!

nod, eager, and begin to push again. And push, and push. I gasp, laying back and panting as I feel the contraction end, and I look to Cora for instructions. Instead of a happy smile, though,

I demand, working to sit up and moaning at the pain

by his voice that he’s working, so hard, to stay still and steady, to let the doctor’s do their work. Inaction and the passing of responsibility to another – no matter how much they outstrip him in their expertise – has never been his strong suit. My mate wants to

Ella – he’s almost born – but…” She and Hank hesitate and exchange glances again, then looking down at the baby.

tell us. Cora sighs as she sits back and I see that her face is worried. “Ella, he didn’t make any progress in the past

Hank continues, “that because he’s such a large baby, that he could be

experience this with large babies. It’s called shoulder dystocia

gasp, confused, baffled, horribly worried. “What do we

though her worried voice belies her

next to my head. She puts a steady hand under my shoulder, pulling upwards. “Come on, Ella, you need