Alle Kapitel von Midnight On The Bayou: Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

Kael and I moved with a sense of urgency, each action underscored by the ticking clock of Gerald's impending return. Kael yanked suitcases from the closet, the sound of hangers clanging together and crashing to the floor as he swept clothes off their racks and into the bags without much care for order or delicacy. "Here, just help me fold these quickly," he instructed, tossing a stack of shirts onto the bed where I was already trying to organize our belongings into some semblance of order. His movements were harsh, his focus absolute as he rifled through drawers, extracting essentials with swift, angry movements. We moved to the office, which Omegas were already dismantling it in haste. Kael pulled open drawers and cabinets, grabbing papers, books, and personal items that held significance or necessity. He piled them into boxes, his hands occasionally pausing as he came across particular items that evoked a brief flash of sentiment or memory, only to shake it off and continue packin

Ky returned from the store with groceries and began cooking something in the kitchen. The rich smells quickly filled the house and started wafting out the door. I was sitting outside on the balcony with Knox when the scent drifted out, and immediately, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. "Feeling off?" Knox asked, picking up on my discomfort. He reached for a bottle of wine and poured a glass, handing it to me with a hopeful look. "Maybe this will help settle your stomach." Grateful but hesitant, I accepted the glass, hoping for some relief. The moment the wine touched my lips, I knew it had been a mistake. The nausea intensified, and I quickly got up, barely making it to the railing before I threw up. "I'm so sorry," I managed to say, feeling mortified and still queasy. Knox got up and started tracing circles on my back as I stood by the railing, debating whether or not it was about to happen again. Noticing my issues, Ky brought a wet rag to us and closed the door leading

Ky and Kael returned with an array of bags, each filled with items that carried even a hint of lemon or ginger, including fresh lemons and ginger roots. The assortment of bags clearly showed that they had made stops at several different stores. Kael crouched beside the bathtub and placed a lemon drop candy between my lips. "Just suck on this for a while," he murmured, "Mom said these worked the best." I couldn't help but chuckle, even through the nausea. "You two went to multiple stores for all this?" "Yeah," Ky chimed in from the other side, grinning. "He wouldn't rest until we found these lemon drops specifically." All three of them perched themselves around the bathtub, their chins resting on the edge, gazing at me as if I were the most precious thing in the world. "You three look ridiculous," I said affectionately. They met my teasing with easy smiles, the atmosphere light and carefree despite the chaotic day. "Yeah, maybe we are a bit tipsy," Kael admitted with a wink, "b

Navigating through the bustling French Quarter, thronged with tourists, I clung to Kael's arm as the early morning nausea began to rise again. With each step, the crowd seemed to press closer, making it hard to breathe. "Feeling nauseous again," I whispered to Kael, leaning into him for more than just physical support. Without missing a beat, Kael glanced at Knox. "Did you grab those..." he trailed off, clearly concerned. Knox, understanding immediately, reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small bag of Lemon Drops. As he handed them over, Kael intercepted, admonishing gently, "No, no, one at a time." "I'm an adult, Kael," I protested lightly, trying to lighten the mood. "I know," he replied quickly, "but I just got the store owner to agree to get more, and it'll be three days before I can get you more..." Rolling my eyes, I took one from his hand and popped it into my mouth, the sour taste helping settle my stomach. We reached the clinic, and Ky went ahead and check

Missy followed me into the kitchen. I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and downed it in a single go, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Missy leaned against the counter, her eyes filled with sympathy and admiration. "I'm so proud of you," she said. "I know I stopped trying to keep Gerald in check after a while, but I did try for a long time. I tried right up until Kael bought this townhouse." I nodded, feeling a bit guilty for my earlier outburst at her. "I'm sorry I got so aggressive with you," I said, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand. "I'm just so tired of them acting like that. There are bigger things in life than their pathetic alpha feelings." Missy laughed, which caught me off guard. "Oh honey, I've been pregnant with what I suspect are six alphas. You think Kael and Gerald are bad? Try having them growing inside you." "Wait, six? You mean Cassy is an alpha, too?" I asked. "Her brothers and father like to pretend her assertiveness comes