After One Night with the Alpha (Brad and Elle) novel Chapter 281

Chapter 281

Brad’s POV

I grabbed Dr. Chen’s arm, my grip tight enough to bruise. “The baby how is the aby?”

She glanced nervously at my blood-stained clothes, then back to my face. “That’s that’s part of what’s so concerning, Alpha Rayne. According to our imaging, the baby appears to be fully developed. Full-term development.”

“What do you mean?” My voice came out as a growl. “The fetus shows none of the characteristics we’d expect from a thirty-two-week pregnancy. Lung development, brain development, body mass everything indicates a full forty-werk gestation. Even for a human-werewolf hybrid, this rate of development is…” She paused, searching for words. “It’s unprecedented.”

The world seemed to tilt around me. ‘Are you saying the baby is healthy?”

“Physically, yes. But Alpha Rayne…” Dr. Chen’s voice dropped to barely above a whisper. “All evidence suggests the fetus has been drawing massive amounts of energy and nutrients from Elle’s system to achieve this accelerated development. It’s been essentially… feeding off her life.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. I staggered backward, my hand finding the wall for support. “You’re telling me,” I said slowly, each word carefully measured, “that my child is killing Elle?” Dr. Chen opened her mouth, then closed it again. What could she possibly say to that?

I stared at her, the implications hitting me like a sledgehammer to the chest.

“We can’t proceed with delivery until we stabilize her,” she continued. “The blood loss is too severe, and attempting to deliver now could be fatal for both

mother and child.”

“Then fix it!” 1 roared, my Alpha voice echoing through the corridor. ‘Do whatever it takes!”

“We’re trying, but-

I didn’t wait for her to finish. I pushed past her toward the operating room doors

‘Alpha Rayne, you can’t go in there!”

“Watch me.’

The doors burst open under my hands. The sterile brightness of the operating rom assaulted my senses, but all I could focus on was Elle lying motionless on the table.

Blood. There was so much blood.

‘Alpha, please,” one of the surgeons said without looking up from his work. “Weed sterile conditions.”

I ignored him, moving closer to the table. Elle’s face was marble-white, her breating shallow and rapid. The massive swell of her belly seemed almost obscene now, knowing what it was doing to her.

“She’s losing blood faster than we can replace it,’ another doctor murmured. “Blot pressure is dropping.”

“Then give her more! I snarled.

“We are, but there’s internal bleeding we can’t locate. It s like something is preventing normal clotting mechanisms.”

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