idental Surrogate For Alpha Novel Free -Chapter 94
Sinir
When E copses in my arms, I can hardly wait for the nurses toe running. I immediately
assume we must have missed some injury from the ident, and I’m instantly furious with myself for
letting her talk me into being prioritized by the medical staff.
What was I thinking? I know they checked her out and there weren’t any physical marks on her body,
but what if it was something internal? What if she somehow hit her head amid all the chaos? Deep
down I know that doesn’t make any sense, she waspletely wrapped in my arms when we collided
with the car, but my fear isn’t logical. It’s sudden and violent and overwhelming.
“It’s okay, Alpha.” The doctor assures me as they move E onto a gurney of her own. “It’s probably
just the stress. There’s been a lot of excitement today.”
“She has high blood pressure.” I warn, “we’ve been monitoring it daily, but her OBGYN is worried she’s
developing preempsia.”
My wolf is growling and whining at once – impatient for the doctors to help E, worried for her health,
and hating that anyone else is near her when she’s so vulnerable. She looks so young and innocent in
her unconscious state – so small and fragile. Her rose gold hair is a shining cascade over the flimsy
pillow, still streaked with my blood. I stay beside her even after the nurses try to order me away. “I’m
not going anywhere.” I insist, battling my guilt over whether this is all my fault.
Would she have been so overwhelmed if I hadn’t needed her to keep me calm? If I hadn’t been such
an ogre with the EMTs and the doctors, would she have been free to rx and recover without added
stress?
At once, I think about herments regarding Lydia. On one hand I know she’s right, continuing our
fraud when there’s an honest option changes thingspletely from a moral standpoint. But beyond
morality, if there was a way to protect E from all this stress and guilt, from the threats posed by the
Prince and being my Luna, shouldn’t we pursue that? I’ve been justifying our arrangement on the
grounds that bing King is the only way to make the pack and my family safe, so the threats she’s
facing to help me win the crown are necessary. But that won’t be true anymore if Lydia conceives.
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Should I be trying harder to find a she-wolf to be my Luna? Not for the campaign’s sake, but for
E and Rafe’s?
It’s not that simple. My wolf insists. The pack aren’t going to ept you throwing over E for Lydia.
You’ve been doing everything in your power to make them fall in love with the human and it’s worked.
That’s not because of me. I remind him., stroking E’s hair as the nurses take her vital signs and hook
her up to an IV. She made them love her all on her own, just by being herself.
And Lydia made them hate her by being herself. He argues. If youe forward and tell them you’ve
decided to take Lydia back, it could cost you the campaign, whether she’s breeding or not.
You may have a point. I acknowledge.
I don’t just have a point, I’mpletely right and you know it. He replies haughtily.
Fine. I concede, feeling exhausted by this debate, but that doesn’t mean it has to stay that way after
the campaign is over. E deserves to have whatever life she wants – if that’s a quiet existence with
our pup out of the public eye, then I want to give that to her, even if it means letting Lydia or someone
else be Luna after I’m King. That was the original n, remember? It’s not her fault I got lost along the
way.
But you’re not the only one who’s gotten lost along the way. My wolf argues. Think about how jealous
she was, how upset she became over the idea that you’d been with another woman. That has to count
for something.
“Dominic?” E’s soft murmur wrenches me from my thoughts. I breathe an instant sigh of relief – how
long had I been holding my breath? It doesn’t seem fair that such a small, harmless creature can tie all
my insides into knots the way E can. She thinks she’s powerless. I muse, standing to lean over her
bed, yet there is no one on earth who has ever had so much power over me.
The doctors had dered E dehydrated, stressed and hypertensive, but otherwise unharmed,
leaving me to brood over my thoughts while I waited for her to wake. Her OBGYN is on his way in, but
until he arrives, we’re alone.
“You naughty girl.” I tease, stroking her soft cheek. “Fainting to get out of telling me your feelings?”
“It wasn’t on purpose.” She pouts, looking over me with obvious concern. “Why are you out of bed?
What about your x-rays?”
“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” I encourage, “how are you feeling?”
“Sort of hungover.” She admits, trying to sit up. I gently catch her shoulder, keeping her in ce.
Eventually she huffs, “Dominic, I have to pee.”
“Well why didn’t you say so?” I’m still smiling at her like an absolute idiot, so relieved that she’s awake
and talking to me that my tormented thoughts have taken a backseat – for now at least. I scoop her up
into my arms, unhooking her IV so I can take her to the restroom.
E squeaks, holding her hands crossed over her chest as if she’s afraid to touch me. “What are you
doing!? You’re hurt, you shouldn’t be doing this!”
“Don’t worry, trouble. I heal fast.” I assure her, ring at the nurses we pass, each of whom look as
though they’d like to chastise me as well. They all cower beneath my forbidding glower, and a fresh
wave of amusement passes over me as I think about how much harder it is to intimidate the human in
my arms.
“Not that fast.” E insists, gnawing on her lower lip and seeming to forget the cut she gave herself
earlier until her sharp little teeth dig into the wound. She gasps with pain, so I tsk and purr.
“If you keep that up I’m going to have to find some way to keep your lips upied so you can’t keep
biting yourself.” I intone darkly, realizing toote that this might have sounded even morescivious
than I intended.
E doesn’t seem to mind. Her heart thumps loudly against her ribs, and her pupils dte with interest.
Luckily if there is one thing that can kill a mood quickly, it’s a bathroom. I deposit E on the toilet and
calmly weather her res and admonishments until I finally leave her to take care of things in private,
making her promise to call for me when she’s done. Instead I hear themode flush and the sink
running, so I push the door open to re at her, “E you’re a fall risk.”
“And you’re an overprotective ogre.” She counters, drying her hands and climbing back into my arms
so willingly that my wolfpletely melts. Indeed, shees to me so sweetly I have to fight to
maintain my stern demeanor, reminding myself that I musn’t coddle her, no matter how tempting.
“Do you think that just because I’m injured and you’re in a delicate condition I’ll let you get away with
defying me?” I rumble in E’s ear, chuckling when she shivers in response.
“How long have I been asleep?” The brazen creature asks, ignoring my question.
“About half an hour.” I inform her, “and my x-rays dide back while you were out. I’m going to be
fine.”
“Good.” She breathes, sounding as though a huge weight is leaving her shoulders.
“You were really worried, weren’t you?” I inquire, settling her back in her bed.
“How could I not be?” E asks in return, blinking up at me with wide eyes. “I mean, I know you’re
strong, but that car… it’s a miracle you’re not more hurt after an ident like that.”
“I’m fine.” I promise, dropping a kiss to her hair. “You don’t have to worry about me, E.”
She shoots me a challenging stare. “I’d like to see you take your own advice.”
I sh my fangs at her, but the OBGYN interrupts us, “Knock, knock.” He says, peaking around the
curtain surrounding our ER bay. “I hear you two have been causing some real chaos among the
nursing staff here, defying all the hospital’s protocols.”
“I’m innocent.” E immediately announces, pointing at me. “It was all him.”
I throw my head back andugh, ignoring the pain which ricochet’s down my back. “Oh you’re really
determined to dig yourself into a hole aren’t you, baby?” I remark ominously, stroking her nape.
“I”m just being honest.” She shrugs, a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Well I think it’s safe to say you’ve had more than enough excitement for the time being.” The doctor
shares, giving us a reluctant frown. “I’m afraid we’ve reached the point where you need to go on bed
rest, E.”