Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 29

Marlon waited in the corner of the room as the doctors rushed in to deliver the baby. Deonna wasn't looking too well, and he worried she wouldn't make it through childbirth. These were some of the best doctors in the country though and he had faith that they would help her through it. They had stripped her completely naked from her clothing, exposing her womanhood to them. She was still screaming and lying on the bed with sweat pouring from her tanned skin. Her body was trembling from being so weak and malnourished. These last few months, he's been trying to strengthen her body, but it was so weak from years of abuse and the fact that she couldn't turn into a wolf.

He watched as Deonna's breathing grew harsh; her eyes were rolling in the back of her head, and it almost looked like she was having a seizure. Those spells didn't last long though; after a minute she would come back but it looked as though it was troubling her to breathe.

Soon, it seemed like she wasn't breathing at all, and Marlon could see the utter panic on the doctor's face. They knew if Deonna died, Marlon would have the last say on whether they lived or not.

"We are losing her," he yelled to the others as he began applying CPR to Deonna.

Marlon could feel himself beginning to panic from the inside but kept his stance as to not show his worry.

"Her heart is too weak," another doctor said as they supplied Deonna with air.

"We aren't going to lose her," another doctor said as he pumped her with more medication.

Deonna let out a gasp of air and opened her eyes. She looked around the room wildly; It was clear to Marlon just how terrified and in pain she was. He hated seeing this happen to her; especially considering she was so young.

Marlon had to keep himself from rushing to her bedside and helping her through this. She screamed out again. Her voice echoed through the walls of the room, nearly shattering the window. Her fingers dug into the bed around her; her knuckles grew white the tighter she held on.

Marlon could smell her musky scent from where he was standing; the saltiness of her sweat and the blood that oozed from her vagina.

He was alarmed when his breathing stopped again, and she fell backward into her pillow.

"Shit," a doctor hissed as he began giving her CPR again.

Marlon had to admit that things weren't looking positive for Deonna. Thankfully she began breathing again and her eyes popped open as more pain shot through her thin body. Tears were running down her features and she was screaming out how she couldn't handle anymore of the pain.

She looked over at Marlon, looking him over with her eyes, and he could see the pain in her dark eyes. She was pleading for him to help he and to do something, but at that point, there wasn't much he could do other than watch her suffer. He hated that she was suffering.

Her body was trembling as another round of pain shot through her. The doctor in charge of the medication gave her another dose to stabilize her heart and keep her from dying. "Deonna," said the doctor at the end of the bed; he was the one delivering the baby. "I need you to start pushing."

She sat up slightly to position herself to begin pushing; she was far too weak to even remotely push that baby out of her. Even Marlon knew that; this doctor was about to kill her. Stepping forward, Marlon addressed him.

"Find another way," Marlon shouted to him.

He turned to see Marlon standing there with a hardened expression across his face. He was perplexed for a moment, but then glanced over at Deonna and frowned.

After a moment of hesitation, he nodded and took a scalpel out of his medic bag. Marlon watched as he closed Deonna's legs and laid them flat on the bed. The other doctors on her bedside, trying to keep her alive, had her lie flat down on the bed. With the scalpel in his right hand, the doctor sliced through her stomach as though he was cutting a knife. Marlon was used to seeing blood, so that part didn't phase him. It was the agony screaming of Deonna that was unsettling. It sounded as though she was being severely tortured, and he wanted to almost knock the doctor out.

As he continued slicing through her stomach, Deonna's breathing began to hallow out again.

"Keep her alive!" The doctor with the scalpel hissed to the others.

One doctor began applying CPR, another doctor was supplying Deonna with air, and the third doctor was pumping her with more medications. She didn't come through as quickly as she did the last few times.

She remained non-breathing.

"Her heart has grown too heavy."

"Get the defibrillator out of my bag!"

One of the doctors ran to the medic bag and grabbed out two large defibrillators. As he turned them on, Marlon could hear the electric current powering through. This was the first time he's seen something like this being done and he wasn't sure what to expect. But he wasn't expecting electricity to be surging through two metal pads.

The doctor went back to Deonna's bedside and placed the defibrillator against her chest.

"Clear!" The doctor shouted. The other doctors took a step back as the electricity surged through Deonna's body and made her still body jump at the motion.

Marlon couldn't help but gasp as the electricity shot through her body. He winced, knowing how painful it must have been for her.

The doctor pulled the defibrillator away from her and waited a moment. She was still non-breathing and non-moving. He pressed it against her chest again and repeated the same process.

"Clear!" He shouted again as another surge of electricity shot through her frail body.

Her body jumped at the motion. He pulled away from her once again and waited. There were still no signs of life coming from her. Marlon had to keep from running to her and try to resuscitate her himself. His wolf wanted to go to her to comfort and protect her, but he kept pushing that urge down into his stomach.

He couldn't allow these doctors to know how he actually did care for this little slave. They would start questioning his motives and they would start questioning the real father of this baby. Nobody was to know that he was, in fact, the father of this baby and that he was aiming to protect both this baby and Deonna.

Marlon vowed to himself that he would try and keep a low profile. He already had a house set up for Deonna to store her in while she recovered from childbirth. It was part of the Roessler estate, but it was detached from the manor. He hated that she was going to be a bit further away from him, but he knew it was for the best.

He couldn't risk people knowing about her. He anticipated that it was going to take a while for her to recover after childbirth.

If she survived.

The outlook on her survival rate wasn't looking so good.

"Clear!" The doctor said again as another surge of electricity shot through Deonna's body; her body jerked at the motion and to Marlon's relief, her eyes shot open.

She gasped for air as her heartbeat began again; The doctor threw the defibrillator on the ground and began swatting Deonna's head with a cold cloth. Soothing away the heat she was probably feeling.

Deonna was no longer screaming out in pain, but she looked confused and wary about what was going on. The doctor that sliced into her was arm deep in her stomach at that point. The pain must have been so great that it was practically numbing to her. Her eyes caught Marlon's; he wanted to tell her that it was going to be okay and that she was going to live through this. But his mouth wouldn't form that sentence; instead, he just stared back. Tears fell from her eyes as she focused on her breathing. The process was sickening to watch, but Marlon couldn't bring himself to look away. He doesn't remember it being this difficult when Ashley gave birth to Bob and Alex. She had no prior health issues the childbirth was smooth sailing for her. Plus, looking back, Marlon didn't care as much about Ashley's wellbeing.

At the time, he loved her, but comparing her pregnancy and childbirth to Deonna, it was like the thought of losing Deonna was destroying him and his wolf at the same time. His wolf hardly paid much attention to Ashley when she was alive. He didn't have that same pull or the same sensations and desires as he does with Deonna.

It's like he cared more about Deonna than he ever did about Ashley.

That was something he could never admit to anybody, including Ashley.

Soon, he heard the soft crying of a baby. He turned to see the doctor pulling a small infant out of Deonna's stomach. The baby had brunette hair with fair features, much lighter than Deonna, yet darker than Marlon. It was a tiny infant, clearly already malnourished due to not gaining enough food while growing inside of Deonna. It was covered from head to toe in blood, of which the doctor was already wrapping the infant up in a blanket to clean the blood.

Another doctor walked around Deonna and began stitching up her open wound. The other doctors continued keeping her alive until the process was completely over.

Marlon felt a flood of relief that the baby was now out of her and that she was alive. Marlon stared as the doctor continued cleaning the baby and cutting off the umbilical cord. The baby continued crying lightly. He wanted to run towards the baby and scoop him up in his arms, but then they would be questioning him as to why he felt the need to do that.

Nobody is to know that the baby was his. He had to keep this hidden for as long as he could. Which meant, he also had to keep Deonna hidden.

Though, looking at the baby and seeing its features; it resembled Marlon in a way that made his heartbeat quick.

There was no doubt that it was Marlon's son that was born.