Sold To The Feral Alpha
He wrapped an arm around me, holding me close.
"No," I mumbled into his shirt, shaking my head slightly. "I'm not okay. I feel like crap, Darius."
He held me tighter. "What's wrong? Pains?" His hand rubbed soothing circles on my back.
"No, not pain," I sighed, a weary sound. "Just... sick. So sick. I threw up again."
His body tensed slightly. "Again? You said you were feeling a bit better this morning."
"Yeah, well, that didn't last," I admitted. "I can't get anything into my stomach. The maid just brought food, and I swear, just smelling it made me want to gag."
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