The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate
And somehow, just knowing that he’s on the other side of the door makes this a little easier to endure.
I sit with my back against the cool bathroom wall, waiting patiently for the nausea to loosen its grip on me. My breathing slows, the worst of it passing. My body still feels drained, but at least my stomach has stopped turning. When I finally feel steady enough, I get to my feet and walk over to the basin. The faucet groans faintly as I turn it on, and I rinse my mouth thoroughly with cold water, followed by a sharp burst of minty mouthwash. I splash a little water on my face, patting my cheeks with my hands, trying to make myself feel human again.
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