Della’s POV
“Here, have this first. You look a bit… overwhelmed.” Lucas handed me a glass of warm milk before sitting on the opposite seat from me.
We went to the cafe on the ground floor of the hospital. Currently, there were not many people there, and we sat at the corner table of the room.
I held it between my hands, warming my numb body.
“Take a sip, at least. You need to think of the life in your tummy – your pup.” Leaning closer, he added, “Remember, if anything happens to Kylian, your pup will be the future heir of the Dark Moon Pack.”
My heart twitched with unbearable pain, tightening my hold on the glass.
“Careful!” Lucas reminded.
“Sorry,” I whispered, realizing that I was near to breaking the glass.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I raised the glass onto my lips and slowly drank it to half. Only then did I feel my stomach grumble.
Recalling what happened before the chaos occurred, I only realized that I hadn’t eaten since the afternoon.