Nathaniel’s POVI stirred beneath the white sheets, a sharp cramp lancing through my lower abdomen. It was painful enough to make me wince and clutch my stomach.The slight movement was enough to wake Malik, and the bed shifted as his massive frame turned. His dark eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep.“What's wrong, vasha?” he rasped, his voice groggy.I sucked in a breath, forcing my features to smoothen out. My mouth opened to tell him that nothing was wrong, when a second, far more intense wave of pain rippled through my belly. I gasped, curling inward.Malik hissed, his body going rigid. The haze of sleep vanished from his eyes in a fraction of a second, replaced by fear and worry.“What the fuck was that?” he demanded, sitting bolt upright.“It's... it's fine,” I managed to squeeze out through gritted teeth, holding my stomach. “It’s just a little stomach ache, Malik. Go back to sleep.”“Don't give me that bullshit, Nat. You’re marked, so I can feel your fucking pain,” he growl
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