Lina's POV
The next morning, Jasper arrived at my hospital room with a breakfast.
Johnson had delivered it all—every dish I used to love. Sweet and tangy.
The kind of food I'd craved during those long nights studying in the pack library, when Jasper would sneak me pastries from the kitchen.
But now?
The moment the aroma hit my nose, my stomach lurched.
I pressed a hand to my mouth, forcing myself to breathe through the wave of nausea. *Maybe the baby wanted something different. Something… lighter.*
*Adrian eats light,* a treacherous voice whispered in my head.
My heart twisted. I pushed the thought away, but the ache lingered, stubborn and sharp.
"Not hungry?" Jasper asked, concern flickering in his eyes as he set down the container he'd been opening.
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