Naomi’s pov :
"Elias, the doc said it's normal," I repeated softly, my voice still weak from the vomiting episode, but firm. My green eyes met his, pleading for understanding. "Hormones, stress, happens in pregnancies. I can handle it. I need to go back to classes; I've missed too much already."
Elias's jaw tightened, his hand squeezing mine a bit too hard before he caught himself. "Normal? You were doubled over in pain, Naomi, cramping, puking in a public bathroom. That's not normal; it's dangerous. For you, for the pup. That's why I told you not to go to university. Hire tutors, study from home. Safe. Protected."
His voice dropped to that low growl, alpha protectiveness flaring, the bond flooding with his need to shield me, like I was fragile glass in a world of hammers.
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