Page 105 of Alpha's Redemption

“Uh uh, I would advise you, doing that isn't a wise decision,” Alpha Daxon states. The shift pushes harder to take over while Alpha Daxon just leans casually against the hood of my car with his arms folded. Deacon groans behind me and scrambles off my hood, only for Alpha Daxon to shove him away.

“Unless you want to take on an entire city, I suggest you step down and let this man get to his mate,” Alpha Daxon says.

Somewhat confused, I look at him. He nods over his shoulder, and I see hundreds of people stepping out from between the buildings and cutting across the roads.

“It appears your council holds no power here; not against my people,” I tell the council members when I see Everly's rogues coming to our aid along with Slasher pack. The council looks around nervously at all the enraged faces coming toward them.

“Seems you’ve found yourself in a predicament. I suggest you leave my city. They will fight for my Luna,” I tell the council, knowing full well they are here for her.

“And Alpha,” Alpha Daxon says behind me before baring his neck to me. I press my lips together and give him a nod, glad for once that our city will stand and fight together as one, all because of the woman who would fight for them.

“You earned that position when you stood beside me to fight for my people, our people, and my pack will stand with you now,” Alpha Daxon says. I smirk, turning back to the council, who glance around nervously when they find themselves completely surrounded.

“Let him go,” Deacon gasps, clutching his arm.

“What are you doing? We–” Clarke goes to say, but one growl from his brother shuts him up and Deacon nods to Alpha Daxon, just as John is let up. I wave for him to come to me, but he shakes his head.

“I have somewhere else I'm needed. Take care of my daughter until I return,” he says, confusing me, but I shake my head. I don't have time to ask what’s going on. I need to get to my mate, whose panic is bleeding into me through the bond. However, the roads are blocked with cars, which is taking time, so I shift. I trust Alpha Daxon will handle things. My bones realign and snap, then I’m off in the direction of the hospital. People scatter, getting out of my way.

‘Marcus?’I mind-link.

‘Yep, I got the school pickup. Get to your mate,’he says, and I cut the link, my paws scraping concrete as I cut up alleyways and tear through my territory. The sight of the huge hospital building coming into sight makes me run harder, knowing she’s just there.

‘Where are you?’I ask her, feeling her worry.

‘They rushed me in for a c-section. Where are you, Valen? You aren't here,’she cries through the mind-link as I smash through the front doors. The people in the foyer shriek and scramble away, and one of my nurses points down the corridor.

“Second floor, Alpha,” she says, and I tear off for the stairs. Buzzers go off in the distance and I find the doors opening by security while people flurry everywhere as I get to the floor.

My heart pounds in my chest as I shift back, racing down the hall to find the surgical ward, following the directions of my pack as they point out which way to go. Just as I come to a set of double doors, a nurse grips my arm and tugs me to a small room beside them before I can shove through to find Everly. It’s a washroom. I wash my hands and arms while the nurse thrusts a hair net down over my head before handing me a mask.

There isn't much more than that I can do before she shoves a gown at me. I quickly yank it on and rush to the room next door to find Everly lying on a table while nurses pull up a tent-looking thing, preventing us from seeing as they cut into her. I scoot around behind them to my terrified mate with her eyes closed, muttering to herself.

An anesthesiologist stands by her head to monitor her, and they step aside for me while a nurse sets a chair by her head for me. I nod to the nurse and they move off somewhere as I sit down. Focusing on Everly, I place my hands on the side of her face and lean down, pulling my mask from my face briefly to kiss her forehead.

“I don't break my promises,” I whisper to her as her eyes fly open and her lips quiver.

“You made it,” she breathes while staring up at me.

“Yes, I made it. Always for you,” I tell her. Doc and the nurses hurry around while also explaining what they’re doing, yet all my attention is on Everly, trusting they know what they’re doing.Sheis my focus.

“Valarian?” Everly asks.

“Marcus will get him for us,” I assure her.

“And my father?”

“Will be here when he can,” I tell her while brushing my thumbs down the sides of her face.

“Everly, you may feel some pressure, but you shouldn't feel any pain,” Doc tells her, and I suck in a breath. Doc explains that the steroids Everly was put on should have helped the baby's lungs develop, and she’s past thirty-three weeks, so the fact she carried them this long is good.

We all hold our breath when he declares the first baby is out and briefly holds her above the curtain so quickly I miss it. Everly stares wide-eyed in panic when they rush off with the baby.

“Why wasn't our first one crying?” Everly worries when Doc declares baby two is out and she instantly starts screaming. Moments later, the first one gives a screech and I let out a breath, all panic leaving along with the breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

“Baby just needed some suctioning to clear the airways,” a nurse tells us.

Doc talks through what he’s doing as he searches for baby number three, and before we know it, she’s out, too. At the same time, the nurse comes to place babies one and two in my arms. A moment later, we hear baby three's mighty scream as it fills the room.

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