Alpha Jaden’s POV
"Have you eaten today?" I asked gently.
She shrugged. "I'm not hungry."
"You need to eat something."
"Why?" Her eyes focused on me with more clarity than I'd seen in days. "What's the point of taking care of myself? Our baby is dead. Dead because I was too weak to deliver him properly."
"Liana, we've talked about this. The complications weren't your fault."
"Weren't they?" She laughed, but there was no humor in it. "I insisted on natural birth when the doctors said surgery was safer. I put my pride above our child's life."
I wanted to argue with her, to offer comfort, but the truth was that her words echoed thoughts I'd been having myself. If she'd listened to medical advice, if I'd been stronger and overridden her decision, would our son still be alive?
"You shou
