Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 490- She prepares

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I breathe deeply, working to breathe through the contraction. Sinclair is sitting on the bed next to me

side, with one hand on my lower back and the other gripping my left hand as I squeeze his fingers with

force.

“You're doing great, Ells,” says Cora, there to my right, guiding me through this. She was the choice

obvious to help me deliver my baby, even though three other doctors wait patiently behind the

door to our living room, as well as a small team of labor and delivery nurses.

It's all excessive, I know, but hey, why not have them on hand just in case? But in the room? For now

It's just the three of us. Roger and Henry are out there too, taking care of Rafe and probably drinking

brandy and smoking cigars, as far as I know.

The contraction ends and my head falls back as I gasp, close my eyes, and work hard to save

energy. Babygirl: It's taking longer than Rafe, which is fine, it's just... it's a completely different experience.

different. Although I was physically beaten last time, this time I'm just...exhausted.

I can feel Sinclair's anxiety for me throughout our bond, even if he tries to hide it. He lets go of me

hand, shakes his a little and then lifts a cold washcloth to my head, wiping the sweat there.

“Thanks, baby,” I murmur, turning my face slightly toward him.

“We're almost there, Ella,” he responds, understanding.

“You're right,” Cora says, leaning in to check my progress. “Let's start pushing for the next one.”

She lifts her head and smiles at me. "Are you ready?"

"Are you kidding?" I say, lifting my head to look at her a little. “I’ve been ready for hours.”

My sister's smile deepens as she gets up and walks to the door to call the nurses.

births so that there are more hands to help with the baby.

“Little Princess,” Sinclair says, giving me a squeeze. “She will be here soon.”

“I'm going to be jealous,” I mutter, looking at him and straining to make a joke, even though I can feel the next one.

contraction, “when there is another girl in your life, stealing all your attention.”

“Never,” he responds, kissing the side of my head. “You are always my best girl.”

“It better be,” I gasp, but then all jokes are put aside, because the contraction appears with

all his strength. I groan as the pain takes over and Cora quickly moves to the bed, helping me.

to better position my legs while helping me get through it.

"She is ok!" —She says with an anxious voice. “Let's start pushing!”

 

 

And that's how I do it: I make an effort and put all my strength behind it, working to bring my baby into the world.

Pain is…agony. My moan turns into a low moan and then into a scream as I push, my world falling apart.

becomes dark at the edges. I keep pushing, still listening to Cora's breath, feeling Sinclair tense around me.

side.

But when I breathe deeply, the contraction fades and my eyes open.

“Now it's coming fast,” Cora says, her voice excited, “you're almost there, Ella! A few more pushes...

But his voice fades and – and the shadows at the edge of my vision, don't fade –

I frown, blink, trying to understand why, I mean… I'm not going to pass out. This is not the

darkness at the edge of my vision that I felt earlier when I felt faint. This is... what the hell, they are shadows

real ones that curve around the edges of my room…

“Do you…” I ask, my voice breathless as I shake my head, looking around the room,

“Do you see that?”

Sinclair's hand is on my face, turning it toward him now, his voice worried. " Look?"

“The…the shadows,” I say, turning my face away from his hand and looking around the room again. The

shadows... are growing.

“She,” Sinclair says, his voice shaking with worry. “Cora – what is it –”

“I…I don't know,” Cora says, looking at me. "She? That…"

But her voice trails off and the room darkens as shadows overwhelm her.

And then, suddenly, Cora and Sinclair freeze next to me, and the room somehow turns into

a shadow of itself, looking like… like a room in a dollhouse, or something – just half

real compared to…

To the man standing in the center of the room, who appears to be made of the shadow itself. Except your

eyes, which burn like embers on his face.

“Hello, Ella,” he says, his voice low and rolling, like thunder.

My eyes open when he takes a few steps and the shadows clear, revealing a tall man, with shoulders

wide and angular face, impeccably dressed in rich fabrics, each a darker shade of black.

“Congratulations,” he continues, giving me a brief, mocking bow, “on the birth of your first daughter.”

“Who,” I gasp, terrified and still in a lot of pain, even though my birth process is somehow

way… paused – I'm in the middle, but it's not progressing – I gasp and my hands fly to my stomach.

, worried about her.

“Okay,” the man continues, walking to my side to look at me with that smoldering gaze. “I have you

transported, temporarily, to a pocket kingdom; I have only taken a second of your life. When we finish

 

 

our little talk, you will return safely. “No threat to your son.”

“Who,” I stutter, starting to get angry, “who are you?”

"Do not you recognize me?" she asks, lifting the corner of her mouth. “I'm afraid your mother has neglected you, yes.”

"She hasn't bothered to teach you to recognize her husband's presence."

“Your…your husband?” I gasp and then my eyes widen as I put the pieces together. My mother, goddess of light, the moon and

wolves, he frequently paired, rather unhappily, with his sometimes lover, the God of

Darkness.

“Well,” she says with a sigh, “husband for lack of a better term. You wolves, with your partners... he does the

very simple love, right?

“No,” I growled, looking up at him, even more scared now than before. What the hell are you here for? Is he going to try

take my baby!?

He laughs, smiling at me. “I like your spirit, little wolf; “You remind me a lot of your mother.”

"Why are you here!?" I scream, terrified, still tormented by the pain of childbirth.