I was being held like a literal prisoner in my own bedchamber for the remainder of the night. It felt as though a never-ending parade of omegas and guards was marching through the doors, each bearing a new silver tray loaded with calorie-dense meals, hot broths, and rich pastries.
The human doctor's warning had turned the entire household into a frenzied kitchen staff. And the strangest part?
I couldn't stop. I devoured everything they placed in front of me with a borderline feral appetite, my body acting as a bottomless furnace. I stared down at my stomach under the sheets; there wasn't even a visible bump yet, not a single outward hint of a swell, and my mind completely reeled trying to comprehend how six distinct, living souls were currently fitting inside such a fragile, narrow space.
