Braelyn’s POV
It wasn’t surprising he had these tastes. Lucien had always been soone who loved thrills. It took a while to adjust my vision after being in the dark for so long.
I blinked up at him through wet lashes, wrecked and boneless. He was devastatingly handso even in this state, dripping with sweat that glistened all over his body and that smirk...
My limbs felt heavy and completely useless. Just one round left wrecked. Before I could even try to move, he gathered against his chest, pulling into the cradle of his arms like I weighed nothing. I crumpled there instantly, my face tucked into the crook of his neck, breathing in the warm, familiar scent of him mixed with sweat and sex.
His hand felt safe, like ho. "You were perfect," he whispered against my hair, his voice rough but soft. "So fucking perfect for ."
I barely registered the praise. Exhaustion crashed over like a tide, pulling under. My eyelids fluttered, too heavy to keep open.
Tonight had been sothing else, slow, deliberate torture that stripped bare and rebuilt in his hands. I had never felt so claid, so utterly spent.
I drifted off in his arms, my body still humming with afterglow, safe in the wreckage he had made of .
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My stomach clenched in a way that left breathless. My eyes popped open, realising it was morning. We were in his bedroom now. Sunlight filtered in through the curtains. A warm weight wrapped around my waist as he held close. My face was against his bare chest, and his morning wood was pressed against .
We were wearing the sa PJs, technically. He wore the trousers while the big shirt hung loosely on my body. For a mont, I forgot about everything and was spellbound by his peaceful, sleepy face, but that mont didn’t last.
The feeling hit again and I felt completely awful. I didn’t think and kicked him away. His eyes snapped open, but he didn’t react as fast as a woman whose dignity was on the line.
"Viper..." he called out, but I was already halfway to the bathroom. I barely made it to the sink when I threw up.
A sense of helplessness washed over . Fuck it. I hadn’t taken my hormonal and other PCOS drugs since running from Raphael, and now my body was acting up.
A sharp pain twisted my gut as I continued throwing up. Lucien finally ca in and saw in this state, looking like a complete wreck. "Are you feeling sick?"
"I feel awful..." I said between retching. His hand reached for my back to rub it. "I skipped my ds for too long..." I whined, already crying. My puke was just saliva, which I flushed down with the sink running.
Lucien rubbed my back gently. His hand reached my forehead. His face turned serious. "You are burning up," he said, pulling into his arms.
"It hurts to see you suffer this way..." he whispered. I just clung to him. The stabbing pain made tremble.
"Let’s go to the hospital. I need my ds..." I whimpered.
"Of course. Can you hold on a bit? Have your shower and eat sothing, then we leave," he urged , but I could barely do any of that.
The dizzy spell hit and I collapsed in his arms, barely conscious. He buried his face in my hair, just holding . "You can fight this, Viper," he whispered.
"I just need a bit of rest, then we can head out," I said weakly.
I couldn’t do anything on my own. If I wasn’t throwing up, I was stumbling from dizziness, not forgetting the pain in my lower abdon that felt like cramps but wasn’t.
In the end, we showered together in a hurry before putting on clothes that looked decent enough. He didn’t have any female clothes there aside from last night’s outfit, so I just wore a pair of joggers and a sweatshirt.
Lucien wasn’t in a better state either. By the ti I threw up the fifth ti at the sight of breakfast, he was already racing to the hospital. I had absolutely no appetite. He was seriously worried, but I was a bit calr despite feeling like shit.
It wasn’t the first ti my appetite had been this bad. Stress made my symptoms flare up.
Lucien sped to the hospital and called Kyle on the way, and it turned into full-blown panic mode because Kyle was having breakfast at his parents’ place and Francesca overheard the call.
Within minutes, the entire group chat knew I was sick. Lucien exaggerated everything and Francesca blew things out of proportion.
Kyle and Francesca were already at the hospital by the ti we arrived. Kyle, who was the best surgeon in the hospital, had his hands full because of his emotional mother, and Lucien was overthinking things.
Lucien helped from the car to the stretcher waiting. "She will be fine. Just wait," Kyle assured Lucien and his mother, who looked pretty worried and was glaring at Lucien.
"Just one night with you and she is this pale," she snapped at Lucien, who had no strength to retort.
The dical professionals took away, and my headache got worse because I felt everyone was overreacting.
Before Kyle started treatnt, I explained everything to him. "I just need my ds. I have an extre case of PCOS..."
He nodded at while checking my pulse. "I understand. Your symptoms are indeed similar to PCOS, but we need to be certain." He paused. "Is the pain still there?" he asked gently, and I nodded.
Kyle imdiately started giving the nurses instructions while I let the professionals work.
I was stabilised after so drips and treatnt. Francesca was holding my hand with tears in her eyes. "Everything will be fine. Kyle is a great doctor," she said, then shot Lucien a glare.
"Tell , Lynn, did he do anything bad to you?" she asked sweetly, but I knew if I gave the wrong answer, soone would suffer.
"He didn’t," I chid. It felt weird and warm at the sa ti being around Francesca. She reminded of my old nanny, the only thing close to maternal love I had growing up.
My eyes stung, imagining what it would have been like growing up like a Voss. It was strange seeing a family that genuinely liked each other.
She frowned, displeased. "You don’t have to protect him, Lynn, just because of his pretty face," she hissed. Lucien remained silent. From what I heard, they were quite familiar with each other since Lucien was Kyle’s friend.
The door was pushed open and Kyle marched in. His gaze fell on , then settled on Lucien. "You said you suffered from PCOS..." he drawled, and a frown settled on my face.
"Yes, is sothing wrong?" I asked, and Francesca’s hold tightened on my hand. Lucien’s fist balled.
"Well, not exactly. Because based on the results, this must be a miracle..." he chid, then his voice softened. "You are roughly three months pregnant, Lynn, and your body just decided to start showing symptoms..."
What the hell was happening?!
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