The Alpha's Hunt Chapter 170

Two Months Later. 

“FUCK! Get them the fuck out of me!” I punctured Darian’s skin with my nails when I lifted my upper body off the bed and screamed at the doctor who sat between my legs. 

She was focused on the first baby’s head crowning. First. And then there were two more. The strikes of pain that shot up my legs turned into a tumble of rocks and nails in my stomach and continued like burning acid streaks up my chest and through my arms. Death would’ve been more kind than this shit. 

“I swear on the gods that if you don’t get them out of me within the minute I will rip this fucking place down!” 

“Baby, breathe,” Darian’s voice had become the sandpaper drawing blood from my ears and I glared at him through Trixy’s yellow eyes.

He pursed his lips together and squeezed my hand. 

Darian tried to command me to stay calm, I begged him to, and after a long refusal on his part he finally agreed but of course, when I needed it the most, it didn’t work. The doctor said it could have to do with the fact that the babies' Lycan powers were infused with my own and they couldn’t be commanded into submission even by Darian. 

“You’re doing amazing! One more push!” The doctor said. 

My screams shook the windows and covered every square inch of the hospital wing.

I dug my claws deeper into Darian’s arm and saliva flew from my mouth when I pushed up and hoped it would be the last. 

Sweat dripped down my face, my gown was soaking wet and I heaved between the pushes to regain the strength slipping with each push.

When I couldn’t keep my head up any longer and I sunk into the pillow, the sweetest sound filled the room and tears pushed up to my eyes. The doctor smiled and patted the baby dry before she showed us our first child.

“Congratulations on your babygirl,” babygirl.

The doctor handed her to Darian and something flashed in her eyes before she turned to me with an unspoken worry.

“I’m afraid you don’t have time to rest,” she said to me and hurried back to her chair. 

A healer took our daughter from Darian and swaddled her before taking her away. Darian’s eyes shot to the door where the healer was walking out.

“Where are you taking her?” He asked gruffly and followed her out in the hall. 

“My King, I’m taking her to rest while you support the Queen, she needs you. The little one will be looked after, I assure you,” He was reluctant to let the healer leave with our daughter but then he disappeared around the corner. Where the fuck did he go? He couldn’t leave me here. Fortunately, the rage only lasted momentarily. When he returned he was carrying a bassinet and placed it by the bed. 

“She’s not leaving this room.” He ordered and stepped aside to let the healer do her job and put the baby down. There was a glimmer of reluctance in the healer's eyes but she bowed her head and Darian came to my side when another shooting pain flared through my body. 

“FUCK!” I grabbed his arm which had already healed so I didn’t feel bad about puncturing new holes in him. 

Five minutes later, our second baby was born and the room filled with more screams. The pillow under my head was soggy and my hair was wet and sticking to my face. 

I couldn’t do this for much longer, my body was exhausted and my eyes were rolling back.

“Not again, please, I can’t,” I cried and slumped onto the bed.

“Uhm, why don’t you rest for a moment, my Queen? I’ll be right back,” but I caught the worry that swam in her eyes even though she tried to showcase a comforting smile. Darian looked between me and the doctor- he pressed a kiss on my knuckles and walked after her. 

I couldn’t listen in on their conversation but I was filled with dread and concern. Considering how quick she was to tell me to push after our daughter was born, it didn’t make sense that she would walk away before the third one was out. 

I turned my head and looked at the babies in their bassinet.

“Welcome to the world, my angels. Mama’s right here. I’ve got you,” I and turned my head. The ceiling wobbled in my hazy vision.

“Come on my love, we’ve got this,” I said and stroked my hand over my belly. Tears streaked down my cheeks and I heaved a shaky breath. I was tired and weak, everything I had went into those first two births, but I didn’t know if I had it in me to go a third time. Something was wrong, the pain that grew was different and it came in waves. I squirmed on the bed, a discomfort unlike any other weighed my body down and I looked at my belly. When I looked at the closed door my heart started pounding, they were taking too long. Another wave of pain washed over me, stronger, more painful between my legs.

“FIX IT!” Darian growled out in the hallway. The healers scurried away and the door flung open as they hurried back inside.

“Hazel, I need you to stay calm, we’re taking you into surgery.” She took out a vial of herbs and mixed them into my glass. The doctor handed it to me and urged me to drink every drop of the foul-smelling beverage. 

“What is it?” My breaths were quick and I felt myself begging to hyperventilate. A panic attack was not far behind.

“It will balance your nerves and keep you calm…you have to stay awake during the surgery, those herbs will help keep you from panicking,” 

Too late. 

They rolled the bed into another room. It was more sterile and cold and there were two doctors and three healers present.

They cast worried glances between each other and my heart was slamming against my ribs.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” I said.

The doctor looked at me and chewed on her tongue as she prepared all the tools.

“The umbilical cord is tied around the baby's neck,” 

They dragged in a machine and started the ultrasound but right before she placed the camera on my belly, my back lifted off the bed and I slammed the table when it felt like something teared at my insides.

“What is happening to her?” Darian asked and pushed my shoulders down to keep me still. 

“You need to hold her down!” The doctor yelled and they pressed the camera to see what the hell was going on.

“Oh my god…” the other doctor gasped, he looked at the screen and then in horror at my stomach.

“What is it? TELL ME!” I asked and gritted my teeth. My vision was blurry and my breaths quickened. 

“The cord is not around his neck,” he said. “It’s in his mouth, his chewing on it,” everyone turned in shock and I heard the gasp of a healer.

“That pain you felt…it’s…he’s biting everything around him,” 

“We have to hurry!” 

They made the first incision, another agonizing round of pain shot through my every nerve and my head fell back, my eyes closed and I could feel my heart finally slowing down. But maybe that wasn’t a good thing.

“Hazel?”

“Baby, wake up!” 

“She’s losing too much blood…” 

Their voices passed over my head, some words entered my ears but most of it was just static noise. 

My eyelids were heavy, I couldn’t open them if I tried but I did hear something slamming on the metal tray and I felt certain localized pains but most of me was numb. Numb and tired. 

“Why isn’t her wolf healing her?” 

“She’s too weak, they both are. These aren’t regular werewolves she’s birthing and she doesn’t have the powers of a Lycan. The girl has been through hell,” I wanted to laugh when I heard the doctor say that. The pain was excruciating, yes, but this was far from hell. 

My heart was beating too slowly, I knew that and I couldn’t feel or hear Trixy anymore.

“Baby, stay with me,” 

I’m not going anywhere- I wanted to tell him that but I couldn’t move my lips. Hell, I could barely breathe.

I was too heavy; my body was slumping deeper against the bed, and maybe if I slept for a while, I’d feel better.