~Aria~

I hunched over the wash basin, my throat straining as I tried to vomit.

“It's the pup. I told you to stop getting worked up,” my wolf growled in reminder.

Silly me, I had almost forgotten I was pregnant and needed to be more careful.

A moment later, a light rap sounded on the door and then Damon walked in. Before I could think, my head tilted towards the door and our eyes jammed.

The instant our eyes met, I felt this tightness in my chest. So tight my fingers impulsively curled around the basin. Damon’s eyes locked onto mine, soft, tender, concerned, but that only tightened my chest...