My Ex's Alpha Is My Baby Daddy
“Zoe?”
She gripped the edge of the bowl, her knuckles turned white as she doubled over and dry-heaved. I didn't know when or how I got to her side, my hand hovering over her back, not sure if she would be comfortable with me touching her.
"Are you alright?" I demanded, my Alpha instincts roaring to life. "What's wrong? Should I call a nurse?"
She shook her head weakly, still gripping the sink as another wave of nausea hit her. I watched her struggle to breathe, and the pieces began to click together. The timing, the nausea, the way she'd looked at me with something like panic when I walked in.