Naomi’s pov :
It had been a couple of days since the accident, and while his S-tier alpha healing was working its magic, the bruises fading from deep purple to yellowish shadows, the cracks in his ribs knitting together, he was still supposed to be on strict bed rest. Doctor's orders, reinforced by my own omega instincts that screamed to protect and nurture him.
The mansion was quiet, Lucy off handling dates with Ronan, leaving us in this cozy bubble. I sat on the edge of the bed, spoon in hand, dipping into the chicken soup I'd simmered with herbs from the garden. It was simple, nourishing, perfect for recovery. Elias, propped up against a mountain of pillows, eyed the spoon with exaggerated suspicion, his golden eyes twinkling with mischief despite the faint lines of pain around
