Please Give Me A Remedy Novels & Stories

“I can only imagine how sore you must be. I have some ibuprofen that I can give you for the pain, if you want it.” She shakes her head. “I can't take it.” “Why not?” He frowns. “Oh, duh. Of course you wouldn't want to take any pill that the stranger holding you hostage offers you. I am a dumb ass. Of course you would be worried about-”

If he says our mate is harmless, then I believe him. I open my door, and I am immediately hit with the sweet smell of orange blossoms and peach. Black becomes content, acting like a small pup who just got his favorite lost toy back. "Most of her wounds and bruises are already healing, but she was crying a lot. I had work to do on her, so she's worn out. Make sure she sleeps the rest of the night. In the morning, give her five drops of this tincture inside a warm cup of tea. It will probably make her sleep until we get her home, so don't worry if she's unresponsive." Asher says as he and my beta stand up, giving me directions.

"Oh, and your rut will be painful as the first time you had it so it's better to spend it with your mate." Great! I'm fucked. "Can you tell when it's going to come?" Lilly pursed her lips. "Any minute. Uhh…your body is pretty pent up so it could happen any minute." I let out a groan and stood up as soon as I heard that. "Alpha, here." Lilly pushed a pouch of herbs toward me. "These are some herbs to give temporary relief from the headache and other problems. You can take this when it gets worse." I looked at it for a moment and wordlessly grabbed it and stuffed it into my pocket. Muttering a small thank you, I decided to leave the place.

“But ginger isn’t good during the period, while chamomile helps with premenstrual cramps.” “Chamomile, then.” I was surprised to see her usually neat table was almost as messy as Teah’s, covered with jars and herbs bags and books. The page Helga had given me was open in the middle of that mess. “I can put the remedies together while you write down the instructions,” I said. “I’m still slow to write, and your handwriting is easy to read.” We were cleaning up the table, so she had at least a corner to sit down to write, when she said in the most casual of ways.