Lian/Bl/Alpha

After a four-month assignment, I return home to my husband's estate. The first thing I notice is the servants' relaxed state and the neglected, cold estate. This infuriates me. “What’s going on here?” I ask with a roar, and notice the servants who have turned pale and are tense. I glance around the hall and can't figure out where my husband is, so I drop my bag and practically run to our bedroom and what I see makes my eyes widen in horror. My husband, my omega, is lying on the bed, his body so emaciated and his belly protruding slightly, making me think terribly. My omega has been starving and is carrying my child. I rush to the bed and kneel down, grabbing his hand.

strong, serious, worries about her husband