Craved by the Wrong Volkov-Chapter 337: Morning Chaos

Braelyn’s POV

It wasn’t surprising he had these tastes. Lucien had always been someone who loved thrills. It took a while to adjust my vision after being in the dark for so long.

I blinked up at him through wet lashes, wrecked and boneless. He was devastatingly handsome even in this state, dripping with sweat that glistened all over his body and that smirk...

My limbs felt heavy and completely useless. Just one round left me wrecked. Before I could even try to move, he gathered me against his chest, pulling me into the cradle of his arms like I weighed nothing. I crumpled there instantly, my face tucked into the crook of his neck, breathing in the warm, familiar scent of him mixed with sweat and sex.

His hand felt safe, like home. "You were perfect," he whispered against my hair, his voice rough but soft. "So fucking perfect for me."

I barely registered the praise. Exhaustion crashed over me like a tide, pulling me under. My eyelids fluttered, too heavy to keep open.

Tonight had been something else, slow, deliberate torture that stripped me bare and rebuilt me in his hands. I had never felt so claimed, so utterly spent.

I drifted off in his arms, my body still humming with afterglow, safe in the wreckage he had made of me.

*******

My stomach clenched in a way that left me breathless. My eyes popped open, realising it was morning. We were in his bedroom now. Sunlight filtered in through the curtains. A warm weight wrapped around my waist as he held me close. My face was against his bare chest, and his morning wood was pressed against me.

We were wearing the same PJs, technically. He wore the trousers while the big shirt hung loosely on my body. For a moment, I forgot about everything and was spellbound by his peaceful, sleepy face, but that moment didn’t last.

The feeling hit me again and I felt completely awful. I didn’t think and kicked him away. His eyes snapped open, but he didn’t react as fast as a woman whose dignity was on the line.

"Viper..." he called out, but I was already halfway to the bathroom. I barely made it to the sink when I threw up.

A sense of helplessness washed over me. Fuck it. I hadn’t taken my hormonal and other PCOS drugs since running from Raphael, and now my body was acting up.

A sharp pain twisted my gut as I continued throwing up. Lucien finally came in and saw me in this state, looking like a complete wreck. "Are you feeling sick?"

"I feel awful..." I said between retching. His hand reached for my back to rub it. "I skipped my meds for too long..." I whined, already crying. My puke was just saliva, which I flushed down with the sink running.

Lucien rubbed my back gently. His hand reached my forehead. His face turned serious. "You are burning up," he said, pulling me into his arms.

"It hurts to see you suffer this way..." he whispered. I just clung to him. The stabbing pain made me tremble.

"Let’s go to the hospital. I need my meds..." I whimpered.

"Of course. Can you hold on a bit? Have your shower and eat something, then we leave," he urged me, but I could barely do any of that.

The dizzy spell hit me and I collapsed in his arms, barely conscious. He buried his face in my hair, just holding me. "You can fight this, Viper," he whispered.

"I just need a bit of rest, then we can head out," I said weakly.

I couldn’t do anything on my own. If I wasn’t throwing up, I was stumbling from dizziness, not forgetting the pain in my lower abdomen that felt like cramps but wasn’t.

In the end, we showered together in a hurry before putting on clothes that looked decent enough. He didn’t have any female clothes there aside from last night’s outfit, so I just wore a pair of joggers and a sweatshirt.

Lucien wasn’t in a better state either. By the time I threw up the fifth time at the sight of breakfast, he was already racing to the hospital. I had absolutely no appetite. He was seriously worried, but I was a bit calmer despite feeling like shit.

It wasn’t the first time my appetite had been this bad. Stress made my symptoms flare up.

Lucien sped to the hospital and called Kyle on the way, and it turned into full-blown panic mode because Kyle was having breakfast at his parents’ place and Francesca overheard the call.

Within minutes, the entire group chat knew I was sick. Lucien exaggerated everything and Francesca blew things out of proportion.

Kyle and Francesca were already at the hospital by the time we arrived. Kyle, who was the best surgeon in the hospital, had his hands full because of his emotional mother, and Lucien was overthinking things.

Lucien helped me from the car to the stretcher waiting. "She will be fine. Just wait," Kyle assured Lucien and his mother, who looked pretty worried and was glaring at Lucien.

"Just one night with you and she is this pale," she snapped at Lucien, who had no strength to retort.

The medical professionals took me away, and my headache got worse because I felt everyone was overreacting.

Before Kyle started treatment, I explained everything to him. "I just need my meds. I have an extreme case of PCOS..."

He nodded at me while checking my pulse. "I understand. Your symptoms are indeed similar to PCOS, but we need to be certain." He paused. "Is the pain still there?" he asked gently, and I nodded.

Kyle immediately started giving the nurses instructions while I let the professionals work.

I was stabilised after some drips and treatment. Francesca was holding my hand with tears in her eyes. "Everything will be fine. Kyle is a great doctor," she said, then shot Lucien a glare.

"Tell me, Lynn, did he do anything bad to you?" she asked sweetly, but I knew if I gave the wrong answer, someone would suffer.

"He didn’t," I chimed. It felt weird and warm at the same time being around Francesca. She reminded me of my old nanny, the only thing close to maternal love I had growing up.

My eyes stung, imagining what it would have been like growing up like a Voss. It was strange seeing a family that genuinely liked each other.

She frowned, displeased. "You don’t have to protect him, Lynn, just because of his pretty face," she hissed. Lucien remained silent. From what I heard, they were quite familiar with each other since Lucien was Kyle’s friend.

The door was pushed open and Kyle marched in. His gaze fell on me, then settled on Lucien. "You said you suffered from PCOS..." he drawled, and a frown settled on my face. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Yes, is something wrong?" I asked, and Francesca’s hold tightened on my hand. Lucien’s fist balled.

"Well, not exactly. Because based on the results, this must be a miracle..." he chimed, then his voice softened. "You are roughly three months pregnant, Lynn, and your body just decided to start showing symptoms..."

What the hell was happening?!