Page 77 of Rescued By Four Alphas
"She's strong," Leo says, but I can hear the fear beneath his words. "She survived Hammond. She survived this place. She can survive surgery."
Marianna has already started pulling equipment from the cabinets. "I'll need you to help me. One person to monitor her vitals, another to assist with instruments."
"I'll do it," I volunteer immediately. "Whatever you need."
The door bursts open, and Onyx strides in with three of Rivera's men behind him. His clothes are torn and bloody, but his eyes are alert and focused.
"We need to move now," he announces. "Reid's trapped in his office on the top floor, but his reinforcements are mobilizing. We have maybe fifteen minutes before this place becomes a war zone."
"Dahlia's bleeding internally," Evan explains quickly. "She needs emergency surgery."
Onyx's face goes white. He looks at our mate lying unconscious on the table, then at the four tiny forms in their incubators. "How long for the surgery?"
"At least an hour," Marianna replies, not looking up from her preparations. "Maybe more."
"We don't have an hour," one of Rivera's men interjects. "Sir, the extraction helicopter is standing by, but they can't wait much longer."
I look between Onyx and Evan. We can't move Dahlia, but we also can't stay here much longer.
"Leo," Evan says suddenly. "You go with Onyx. Capture Reid alive and make him stop his men. Axl and I will stay with Dahlia during the surgery."
"I'm not leaving her," Leo protests.
"You have to," I tell him. "Reid is the key to everything. If we don't stop Reid, Dahlia will die."
Leo's jaw clenches, but he nods. "Fine."
"I want him alive…"
"Count on it," Onyx growls. "That bastard is going to tell us everything before we're done with him."
Leo and Onyx kiss Dahlia's forehead gently.
"Fight, baby. We'll be right back." Leo says before they disappear through the door, leaving Evan and me with Marianna and our unconscious mate.
"Help me move her to that table," Marianna instructs, wheeling over a narrow metal table from across the room.
Evan and I carefully lift Dahlia, and I'm shocked by how light she feels. Her head lolls against my shoulder as we position her on the table. Marianna immediately begins connecting monitors and IV lines.
"I'm going to have to work fast," she explains, pulling on surgical gloves. "The bleeding could accelerate at any moment."
She places a mask over Dahlia's face. "This is just oxygen. I don't have proper anesthesia, so I'm hoping she remains unconscious throughout the procedure."
"What can we do?" Evan asks.
"We need to scrub in," Marianna instructs urgently. "Evan, you'll monitor her vitals and assist me with instruments. Axl, I need you to handle suction to keep the surgical site clear."
Both men quickly wash their hands and arms in the adjoining sink before pulling on sterile gloves. Evan positions himself at the monitors while Axl takes up the suction device.
"If any of those numbers drop suddenly or spike dramatically, tell me immediately," Marianna tells Evan as she makes the first incision. "Axl, suction here."
"And pray that her Omega healing kicks in once I stop the bleeding."
"There," she mutters. "I can see the source. It's a tear in the uterine wall, definitely from the contractions."
The monitors show Dahlia's heart rate climbing. Her body knows something's wrong, even though it's unconscious.
"How bad is it?" Evan asks, his knuckles white where he grips the edge of the table.
