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.”

makes it harder for her to see what’s really going on. Roger tries to

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

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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 trouble in paradise? –

huffing and pushing with all of my might during the contractions and then resting, as best I can, in the short spaces between them. I can feel my

is a 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, and his head will be born, and then

when it comes and Cora tells me to, I push – absolutely as hard as I can, giving a guttural yell while I do in

Cora says, smiling at me, “he’s here, Ella! Just a couple more to bring forward

and push. I gasp, laying back and panting as I feel the contraction end, and I look to Cora

the pain that shoots

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

and exchange glances again, then looking down at the baby. I struggle to sit up, to

eyes fixed on Sinclair. “Please, you have to tell us. Cora sighs as she sits back and I see that her face is worried. “Ella,

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

horrified. Sinclair goes rigid next to me. “It’s common,” Hank says hurriedly. “Lots of women experience this with large babies. It’s called shoulder dystocia –

baffled, horribly worried. “What do we

her worried voice belies her

Ella, you need to change your position before the next contraction comes – I’m going to move you on