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.”

–

I begin to shush my child, to rock him, to try to bring him to a peaceful state in this scary new world. Slowly, softly, I raise my hand to wipe at

new to me, I lean forward and bring my face close to my sons, pressing a kiss to his head and taking a

Hank working swiftly with their medical supplies, Hank sewing quickly while Cora crouches by Ella’s head, taking

her cheeks a little.

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

Unbidden, I come to Ella’s side, determined to

me as I take my mate’s hand, the

to access the gift. You need it.

her head and closes her eyes. But I don’t know

panicked, to call her name, but

my mate’s hand, and

Ella

–

to think, to concentrate, to communicate – let alone enter the calm meditative

Hank’s medical cut, or some sort of tear within

I can concentrate, I see Sinclair standing by my side, feel his hand in my own, and see our little baby wrapped up in

working hard to steady my breathing, to not slip into oblivion, I close my eyes and

than it’s ever been but, eventually, I get there. I watch the insides of my eyelids fade from black and red to that cool lavender, and I feel the balm of my mother’s gift begin to wash over me from the inside. Passively, I wonder what

Cora was, that day by the

they can’t see anything at all – if the gift is working inside me, and they’re just

a mother’s welcoming arms. I feel cradled within its warmth, and can almost hear her – the Goddess, my mother whispering to me that

given the world, I have earned this, and that she

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