Dominic lifted his wife’s head and pulled the gown over her breasts. Pasquale’s immediate concerned response soothed the haggard edges of his wolf’s hackles. “The baby.”
Noise on the other end of the phone filled his head.
“Dom? Has her water broke?” Giuliana’s steady, no-nonsense voice lessened the panic spiraling in his gut.
She’d come into her own the last few weeks since Pasquale had been Made as a Capo of the Lombardi Pack, and Dominic couldn’t deny he may have been wrong by not giving her the position she deserved. Now, as an Alpha’s mate, she demanded a level of respect.
Dominic looked for dampness between Zoey’s legs. “No, but the baby is moving.”
Zoey screamed, her stomach rippling with enough force to send her flying nearly off the bed. Dominic dropped the phone to balance her.
“Zoey, come on, baby. Hold on.”
“Oh gods, Dominic. It hurts.”
“Somebody get their ass in here, or I’ll fucking kill every last fucking one of you. I swear to fuck.”
“If you do that, grandson, who will be here to help her?”
Dominic swung around and glared at Zahara. Her gray dreads were in a bun on top of her head, and white paint lines marked her face.
“You—”
Zahara cut him off with a flick of her hand, and a pointed wind sent him spiraling into the wall. He coughed and groaned as his aching bones settled back to their original positions.
“Dammit. I’m sorry, chile. The energy from Silva’s healing still isn’t gone.”
Yes, the healing which had taken some of her lifeforce and made her look closer to her age.
The same healing where it was learned she controlled the powers of the wind and earth.
Romano slid into the room, eyes wide when he saw Dominic. “Did you just run into a wall?”
“No, I didn’t just run into a fucking wall.”
“Looks like it to me.”
Zoey screamed, stopping Dominic’s retort, and he was on his feet and at her side in a flash.
Zahara met him there, her hands hovering over Zoey’s stomach. “T’e babe wants to come out.”
“Then we begin with delivery. We have staff ready.”
Zahara shook her head, locking gazes with Dominic. “What does a wolf do when it’s cornered?”
Dominic sighed in exasperation. “I don’t have time for this. Romano, call the doctors.”
Zahara stood firm and stared at Dominic. “Answer my question.”
“They fight their way out. What does this have to do with my mate?”
“Men are always stupid at times like t’is. Your babe is fighting her way out.”
The Witch Doctor’s words finally sank in. Zoey was a mage, not a wolf made to heal faster and deal with things like this. She was human, even if her magic gave her something more and she may live longer.
“The pain is from my daughter’s claws.”
Zahara nodded. “We have to take her now.”
