Page 79 of Rescued By Four Alphas
"There. I've stopped the major bleeding. Now I need to close her up."
The door opens, and Leo appears with Onyx behind him. Both men are covered in blood and dirt. They are still partially shifted from battle, their elongated canines and blazing eyes evidence ofthe carnage they've left behind. Blood and dirt cover their torn clothes
"Status?" Leo demands immediately.
"She flatlined for about a minute," I tell him. "But we got her back, and Marianna stopped the bleeding."
"Reid?" Evan asks.
"He's secured," Onyx growls. "His security team didn't survive the encounter, but we kept him breathing. He's being transported to one of the facilities for questioning."
"Good," Evan says grimly. "He's got a lot to answer for."
Marianna finishes closing the incision with careful sutures. "She's stable for now, but we need to get her to a proper medical facility. The babies, too."
"The helicopter's standing by," Leo reports. "Rivera cleared our extraction route. We have maybe ten minutes before this place comes down around us."
"The incubators are portable," Marianna explains, already disconnecting the babies from the room's power supply and switching them to battery packs. "They'll maintain life support during transport."
I look at our four children, so tiny and vulnerable in their plastic chambers. Our daughter has gained some color, but she's still smaller than any baby should be.
"Will they survive the transport?" I ask.
"They should," Marianna says. "Their vitals are stable. It's your mate I'm more concerned about."
She checks Dahlia's monitors one more time. "The surgery was successful, but she's lost a significant amount of blood. Her body is in shock."
"But she'll recover?" Evan presses.
"I believe so. Shifter healing should help, once her system stabilizes." Marianna says, then looks meaningfully at us.
"And, your bond with her could be powerful medicine. When you get back to the house, you might consider using your connection to channel healing energy to her. The mate bond between all of you could help accelerate her recovery."
We prepare for evacuation, and Onyx takes point, his weapons ready. Evan carries one of the portable incubators with our daughter inside. I carry one, and Marianna and Leo carry one each.
Two of Rivera's men appear with a stretcher for Dahlia. They move her carefully, maintaining the IV lines and monitoring equipment as they do so.
"The elevator shaft is compromised," one of them reports. "We'll have to take the service stairs."
"How many flights?" Evan asks.
"Eight. But we've cleared the route."
Eight flights while carrying premature babies and an unconscious Omega. My wolf bristles at danger, but we have no choice.
The journey to the roof feels endless. Every bump and jostle makes me worry about the tiny life I'm carrying. The incubator weighs at least thirty pounds, but I barely feel it. My entire focus is on the small form inside, watching for any change in the monitors.
We reach the roof, and the sight of Evan's private helicopter waiting fills me with relief.
Rivera himself helps load the equipment. "The medical team is standing by at your home," he shouts over the rotor noise. "ETA twenty minutes."
"What about Reid?" Leo calls back.
"He's in separate transport. He'll be at the secure location before you land."
We lift off just as another series of explosions rocks the facility below. Through the window, I watch Reid's underground prison fortress burn. Good riddance.
The flight back to the house is short. Dahlia remains unconscious, and the babies sleep peacefully in their incubators, unaware of the chaos surrounding their birth.
