[DarkAurion98]

The alpha held his omega as he kept emptying his stomach.

Love, love. It's ok. Leave it all out. He set aside the golden hair of his mate, watching worried how pale his skin was, eyes nearly closed and body tensed.

Lumin, how long have you been feeling like this? Let's go to the clinic. Maybe Mrs. Dashwood can help us.

He stood up with the ill taur, slowly walking to the healing room. His prince was sick and tired, and that just made his scent to change into "stressed alpha". Fortunately, the clinic was nearly desert, allowing the stallion to lead his mate into a private room easily.

My angel, tell me. What else do you feel? He asked, fear ignoring the fact that maybe these were the first symptoms caused by lovely creatures growing in his prince's belly. No, he could only see the taur of his life badly sick for the first time, and that tested his calmed mind.

Was this his fault? He wouldn't stop thinking of that as he prepared some towels and cold water to control his mate's fever.