The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 292

Chapter 292 – A Gift

Sinclair

Agony.

It’s agony for me – obviously, more for my mate, I’m sure – but watching her survive this is ripping me apart.

I struggle against Roger’s grip – he shouldn’t be stronger than me, he’s never stronger than me, I should be able to break away – but something about all of this has just taken it out of me. I am weak, now, watching my mate struggle for her life, watching my son take his first breaths, that rips the energy from me. I gasp for breath, panicked, looking between my Ella and the baby in the doctor’s hands.

“Relax,” Roger commands, his voice low behind me as he holds me back with a hand on each of my arms. “Let them work. You can’t do anything right now. They’ll call you when they need you.”

I know he’s right, but the impulse – I have to do something –

Still, I stand with my brother, letting him take control as I watch Hank and Cora moving, blessing them in my mind with every breath that pants from my lips. Ella lays back against the pillows, pale, breathing faintly, apparently half conscious and half out.

The pair of doctors move fast. Hank glances over the crying child and then quickly hands him to Cora, reaching for the medical bag that sits on the bed between them. Cora does a quick inspection of the baby and then hastily cuts the umbilical cord. Then, she meets my eyes.

“Come and take your child, Dominic,” she demands, wrapping him hastily in the scrap of a pillowcase that I tore to pieces not long ago. “He’s fine – but Ella needs both Hank and I right now.” Roger releases my arms and I move forward, my eyes half on my beautiful Ella as I take the baby from Cora’s hands. I can’t – how can I greet my son when his mother –

“The child,” Cora says, holding my gaze for a brief moment before turning back to Ella. ” Concentrate on the baby, Sinclair. We’ve got Ella for now.”

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child, to rock him, to try to bring him to a peaceful state in this scary new world. Slowly, softly, I raise

forward and bring my face close to my sons, pressing a kiss to his head and taking

swiftly with their medical supplies, Hank

her cheeks a little.

on the bed. “Ella,” Cora says, and I see my mate – oh, thank god – I see her

Unbidden, I come to Ella’s side, determined to be with her

take my mate’s hand, the baby curled in the curve

demands, steady. “It’s time to access the gift. You need it. Ask her to heal

nods her head and closes her eyes. But I don’t know if that’s because….because she’s

mouth, panicked, to call her

and squeeze my mate’s hand, and

Ella

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hard to do anything right now to think, to concentrate, to communicate – let alone enter the calm meditative state I

know whether it’s blood loss from Hank’s medical cut, or some sort of tear within me, or…something else. But my vision fades in and out from a hazy view of the

still, in the brief moments when I can concentrate, I see Sinclair standing by my side, feel his hand in my own, and see our little baby

to steady my breathing, to not slip into oblivion, I close my

ever been but, eventually, I get there. I watch the insides of my eyelids fade from black and red to that cool lavender,

I’m glowing, as Cora was, that

see anything at all – if the gift is working inside me, and they’re just holding their breaths, hoping that

hold of me, though, like a mother’s welcoming arms. I feel cradled within its warmth, and can

the world, I have earned this, and that

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