The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 369

Chapter 369 – Dr. Hank

Ella

I stumble through the doors of the clinic with immense difficulty, Cora leaning heavily and moaning on my one side, Rafe’s carrier bouncing against my other.

People’s eyes go wide when they see us, but they quickly scatter out of our way to make room, shouting for nurses and doctors to come and help. I hold my breath, my eyes fastened on the clinic’s familiar front counter as I pray to heaven and back that Hank is here, that he’s on duty tonight.

I exhale a that huge breath in a sob of relief when I see him come, wide-eyed, around the corner, trying to figure out what the big fuss is about. Hank gasps when he sees us, dropping his clipboard and dashing into the waiting room to get to our side.

To my immense relief, Hank recovers quickly from his surprise and is, quite suddenly, the calm and efficient surgeon I’ve come to know and trust.

“What’s wrong,” he snaps as he gets his shoulder under Cora’s other arm. Where is she hurt?”

“Her lower back,” I say, my words coming slowly as I try to get my frantic mind in order. “She was stabbed – we were attacked, Hank – I’m so sorry – ”

“Enough,” he says harshly, dismissing my apology with a glare as he helps me basically carry Cora into the back, to where we can help her. “A stab wound?! Why the fuck didn’t you get her to a hospital, Ella!”

“It’s not bad,” Cora mumbles, and Hank’s head snaps up, as if he didn’t really realize that she’s conscious enough to talk.

all into the first room. Then, as Cora talks to him in some kind of medical jargon I don’t understand, Hank and I help her

in both of my hands, finally taking a moment to glance down at my son. He’s fussing unhappily, wanting to be held and comforted, but I’m so, so grateful to see that he’s essentially unharmed. My whole heart

pulls on latex gloves and then begins to peel back her clothing so that he can see the wound. I see him take a deep

room, ready to spring

fatal, Ella,” he says, turning back to his work. “I mean, it’s critical – we have to do some work but it’s a relatively shallow stab, and the knife

say, breathless with worry as I glance between my sister – her eyes closed as she lays on the table, faintly breathing – and the doctor I know can save her life.

and pale as he takes in my words, and I can almost see the thoughts passing through his head Cora, pregnant Roger she

as I see him come

an instant, my hand on his arm. “Hank,” I say again, drawing his attention back

confused – “That’s

willing him to believe me. “We have no explanation,” I say, holding his gaze.

down over his face, putting the thoughts together. Then he turns away from me, barking something out

asks, stern, and I see him tucking his emotions about the

long? Maybe – maybe a week

then he turns to me

sighs and stares at her, at

was a wolf pregnancy,” Hank says, folding his arms, “then it would be long enough, now, to detect a heartbeat. But if the baby is…human? I don’t know, Ella.” Then he turns to me. “Either way,” he says,

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