Chapter 319 Two Little Wolves
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At twenty-three weeks, Elara was using the bathroom at 2 AM when she felt something that definitely wasn’t normal - like her entire pelvis was about to drop out.
She’d read enough pregnancy forums to know this wasn’t Braxton Hicks contractions. This was the real deal, and it was happening sooner than expected.
Thanks to Alpha Dominic’s paranoia, they’d installed a panic button in every room, including the master bathroom.
She hit that button so hard she nearly broke it. The alarm went off and within seconds Alpha Dominic came crashing through the door like a SWAT team.
"Jesus, babe, what’s wrong?"
"I think I’m in labor. Real labor. And these kids are supposed to stay put for another month."
Alpha Dominic immediately scooped her up and carried her to their bed. His face had gone completely white, but his hands were steady.
Linda grabbed the hospital bag they’d packed months ago. Charlie was already pulling the Range Rover around front.
It was like a well-rehearsed emergency drill.
At this ungodly hour, Elara didn’t want to wake up Hunter and Elizabeth.
Alpha Dominic’s hands were visibly shaking. He kept rubbing her back while trying not to completely lose his shit. "Dr. Hayes delivered me and my brother. She’s seen everything. These babies are fighters, just like their mom."
They made the twenty-minute drive to Wolfe Pack Medical Center in twelve minutes.
The moment they arrived, pack security recognized Alpha Dominic’s Range Rover and waved them through. The medical staff was already waiting - they’d been alerted the second the panic button went off.
Dr. Hayes looked prepared but not overly concerned. At twenty-three weeks, the twins were technically early but not dangerously premature for werewolf genetics.
"Alpha, Luna, twenty-three weeks is right on the edge for wolf pups, but they’re strong. We’ve got everything ready just in case."
The elevator whisked them to the third floor, past rooms designed more like luxury hotel suites than hospital rooms. Everything was done in warm woods and soft lighting - nothing that screamed "medical emergency."
But the underlying tension was unmistakable. Nurses moved with urgent efficiency. Machines were being wheeled into place.
When Alpha Dominic demanded to scrub in for the emergency C-section, Elara grabbed his face with both hands.
"Dominic, you’ll pass out and they’ll have to scrape you off the floor. Wait for me out there. I promise I’ll come back to you."
Alpha Dominic’s eyes were already red-rimmed. He pressed a shaky kiss to her forehead. "I’ll be right outside that door."
The family waiting area had leather recliners and a coffee station that rivaled Starbucks, but Alpha Dominic ignored all of it.
He wore a path in the hardwood floors, looking like he was ready to murder someone.
Dr. Hayes kept updating him every thirty minutes through the intercom system. "Alpha, Baby A is out and screaming his little lungs out. Working on Baby B now. Both heartbeats are strong and steady."
When he heard that first tiny cry through the speaker system, Dominic actually had to sit down before his knees gave out.
Four hours later, Dr. Hayes emerged from the surgical suite looking exhausted but genuinely thrilled. "Alpha Dominic?"
"Congratulations, Dad! You have one hell of a son and daughter. Your son came out swinging, and his little sister decided to follow his lead. Both are small but they’re absolute warriors. Breathing perfectly on their own."
Two specialized pack nurses wheeled out matching state-of-the-art incubators down the carpeted hallway.
Alpha Dominic stared at the two tiny humans, each barely bigger than his hand, then immediately looked up. "What about Elara?"
"Luna Elara is in recovery. She’ll be out in about twenty minutes."
When they wheeled Elara out, she looked like she’d been hit by a truck. Pale, exhausted, hair matted with sweat.
But to Alpha Dominic, she looked like a goddamn warrior goddess.
"Hey there, mama. How are you feeling?" His voice broke slightly.
Elara’s first words were: "Where are my babies? Are they okay?"
"They’re perfect. Small, but perfect."
Within an hour, Alpha Dominic had posted on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter. A photo of Elara looking exhausted but radiant, with two tiny incubators flanking her hospital bed.
The caption was simple: My whole world.
Within minutes, the comments were pouring in from pack members, business associates, and friends:
"Congratulations, Alpha King!"
"Beautiful family!"
"Those babies hit the genetic lottery!"
But Alpha Dominic only cared about the three people in that hospital room.