Nova’s POV
The contractions ripped through her like waves crashing against stone, relentless and raw. Nova clung to the sheets, her fingers curled into the soft fabric as another bolt of pain shook her frame. Her entire body was slick with sweat, and her wolf May paced beneath her skin—protective, primal, and ready.
"You're almost there, my love," Max’s voice soothed at her side, thick with worry but steady like the anchor she desperately needed. His scent—cedar and storm—wrapped around her, grounding her even as the agony surged higher.
Tears blurred her vision as she turned her head toward him. “I’m scared, Max,” she whispered. “What if something happens to them? What if—”
Max leaned in, his forehead pressed to hers. “They’re strong, Nova. Just like you. And they’re already loved mor
