Naomi’s pov :
I lounged on the oversized couch, my hand absentmindedly resting on my still-flat belly, feeling the faint hum of the bond with Elias and our little pup. Pregnancy had brought waves of nausea and fatigue, but tonight it was milder, just a lingering tiredness from the day's rest. Elias had been hovering all afternoon, his S-tier alpha protectiveness in full force since the hospital scare, bringing me herbal tea and insisting I nap.
"Can't have my mate and pup overdoing it," he'd murmured earlier, pressing a kiss to my forehead, his golden eyes soft with that mix of worry and joy that melted me every time.
The front door swung open with a burst of chilly air, and Lucy bounded in, her red curls dusted with snowflakes, cheeks flushed from the Wyoming wind. She shook of
