The sound of retching echoed through the huge, white-marbled bathroom again, bouncing off the walls of the quiet penthouse.

Hyunjin groaned, resting his head limply on his folded arms over the toilet seat.

His long blond hair—usually styled to perfection—was now tied up hastily in a messy bun that you had attempted while half-asleep.

His cheeks were flushed from the exertion, his eyes were glassy, and his naturally pink lips were trembling with fatigue. He had officially thrown up four times this morning, and it wasn’t even 7 a.m. yet.

“I’m gonna die,” Hyunjin croaked out dramatically, a tear slipping from his eye.

From the doorway, you, who had been nervously clutching a glass of water and a small plate of soda crackers, walked in with a soft frown pulling at your brows. He’d been at it since 5 a.m. It was 6:37 a.m. now.

Hyunjin had been your mate and Omega for over six years now, and you’d been married for three. In all that time, he had proven to be the most spoiled Omega you had ever seen. Or, more likely, you were the one who had spoiled him too much.

But who cares?

Your Hyunjin possessed an ethereal, storybook-like appearance that felt soft and delicate at first glance.

His large, gentle eyes usually carried a dreamy warmth, while his smooth, fair skin gave him a porcelain-doll quality. Except right now, he looked incredibly pale and his eyes watery from the constant vomiting.

His features were refined rather than sharp, with soft cheeks and a small nose that enhanced his sweet expression.

Dark layered hair fell around his face and neck in wispy, feathered strands, creating a light, airy look. He was lightly built and elegant, with narrow shoulders, a slim waist, and fluid lines that gave him a gentle, almost delicate presence.

His overall aura was warm, sweet, approachable, and comforting—someone who looked effortlessly beautiful and kind. But right now, he looked completely done with life.

At only 12 weeks pregnant, his baby bump was barely showing, yet his morning sickness had started entirely too early. It wasn't an everyday occurrence, but at least once or twice a week, the severe nausea broke through with a vengeance.

Like today.

“Just cause I'm carrying your child inside here,” Hyunjin sniffled, too exhausted to even lift his head off his arms. “Everything I eat comes back up. I ate one spoon of rice last night and it came back as lava. Why did I choose you as my Alpha....?”