Im Sickened But Curious Novels & Stories

I wasn’t even sick. --To be continued...

“Yes, my lady?” I turned to face her, setting the wine glass down on the small wrought-iron table beside me. I paused, chewing my lip, weighing my words. The last thing I wanted was to make things awkward—Livia had been my anchor these past few days, dressing me, bringing meals, listening without judgment. But the question burned in my chest. “Is it weird that I feel… off?” I asked finally, my voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Like something’s missing, or wrong inside me? I know I was sick, but this—it’s not just weakness. It’s deeper.”

Whatever they were talking about before seeing me abruptly stops the moment I come into their line of sight. It’s unnerving, having three sets of eyes look at me so carefully. Do they think I’ll contaminate them? “I’m not sick anymore,” I say. Archer stands and comes nearer. He blocks my route to the kitchen. I feel a bit like he’s trying to trap me. “Tell us how you got so sick,” he demands. “Why does it matter?” I ask. Beau chimes in, like I haven’t said anything. “I remember seeing you covered in mud. Then you were sick.”

He just nodded once and walked away without a word. I didn’t know why that hurt more than anything else. I wished that he wound shout at me, demand answers… maybe be take me back to his house forcibly and fuck me senseless… ~~~~~ The fever returned with a vengeance that night and it hurt. I didn't understand why or how I could get sick seeing that I was a werewolf and we have a very strong immune system and we barely get sick… unless poisoned. I couldn’t sleep. My sheets were soaked, my head pulsed with a rhythm that made me nauseous, and my stomach twisted as if punishing me for something I didn’t remember doing. I tried to drink water, but it came right back up. I barely made it to the sin

Like a door cracking open inside me. I don’t like it. But I’m curious.

I raised a brow at her, “ So what?” She hissed, her frustration making itself known. “You know very well this is not what I came here for, you wanted closer, then let's talk, I already told you what ever it is that you want to happen between it us, I'm not interested.” Of course but you'd be by the time I'm done dealing with that stupid human in form of distraction that is taking my space. I breathed out leaning back, purposely adjusting my nose mask. “Are you sick?” I furrowed my brow at the question and looked at her confused, “ Why would I be sick?”

I just don't feel pregnant, I know my body and I just know that I'm not pregnant. That doesn't make any logical sense so I didn't bother telling that to Nikolai. He did mention I had an infection, maybe I've just gone into shock, or maybe this is sepsis. Who knows. Maybe I got bit by a radioactive spider. Did I just make a joke to myself? God, I really am sick.

I felt so sick with rage in an instance. . . . TBC.

Even if I don't look back, I know who it is. I grinned even though my back was turned. "I'm not a pussy, Cayden," I answered. "Refrain your words, woman. I am just concerned with your health." It answered and it didn't like my answer earlier. So he is sensitive with words? "I don't get sick with just this Cayden, trust me," I promised you because I don't get sick. When did I get sick here at Veneesha? I even took multivitamins.

She asked me perplexed "Are you feeling better now?" I asked her "Not really, I still feel like crap." She chuckled, "I hate being sick." "I don't think you are sick," I replied She gave me an odd look…"But I feel horrible." I leaned forward and pressed my bead on her stomach, and followed it up by inhaling deeply, her scent filled my nostrils and I could not hide my smile any longer.