The Alpha’s Contract

Chapter 0486

Neah

"Are you sure there is nothing I can get you?" Dane asks softly as he sticks his head around the bathroom door.

I glare at him as my stomach churns and he silently retreats. Apparently I can watch someone have their foot hacked off, I can take part in skinning them alive and rip out their heart without a single desire to throw up and yet the smell of chicken has me rejecting the tiniest amount of food I had managed to eat.

*Dane, you are the Alpha, but you are not a woman. Let me go in." Mallory mutters.

*Just tell her I'm going to speak to Damien." He replies as Mallory scoots in around the door.

*Shit, you look horrendous." she muses

Apart from the sweat, I was still covered in Cooper's blood. Dane had picked me up off the chair and Mallory had come in with a freshly cooked chicken and since then, I had been in the bathroom, practically hugging the toilet. My throat burned, my stomach hurt and yet I was so damn hungry.

*I remembered these helped you last time." She hands me a packet of ginger biscuits. "Not sure if they will this time, but it's worth a try."

I take one from the pack and nibble on it and it seems to do the trick, for now. "This is worse than last time." I mutter as she sits on the floor next to me

"I'm sure it will get better."

"I'm sorry. This is probably the last thing you want to deal with."

"Don't be silly and I have Luca now. But maybe it is time for you to get checked out. Just to make sure everything is good."

"It will be too early to see anything. Raven told me that the first time round."

"But didn't she find something?"

*Fine, let me at least shower first."

*I will be right outside if you need me." She gets to her feet first and offers me a hand.

As she closes the door, I tum the shower on and strip out of the shirt. The hot water is refreshing as it hits my skin. For a moment I watch the streaks of red disappear down the drain, washing away the last of that asshole. 'Neah, something is wrong.' Nyx murmurs as I feel the pounding beat of my heart against my rib cage. Content belong to NôvelDráma. Org.

"With the baby?" I didn't want to end up on bed rest again. Especially not this early.

'No. Us. Call for Mallory.

I turn the water off and struggle to wrap a towel around me as my hands shake. "Mallory." She comes into the bathroom as black spots appear before my eyes. I reach out to the wall to steady myself, but it's further away than I thought and I start going down.

"Hey, hey! I've got you!" she stops my head hitting the floor as the pounding of my heart echoes in my head. I hear her call for Eric and then nothing.

***

Steady beeps make me wince. It was a sound I knew like the back of my hand. I was in the pack hospital.

As my fingers twitch, I feel Danes hand tighten around mine. I didn't need to see to know that it was him. Light sparks ignite my skin as his thumb moves in soft cicrles across my knuckles

"Neah?" he whispers as I struggle to open my eyes. The lights are bright and I slam my eyelids shut. "Neah, you

are okay."

"What happened?" I murmur, squinting at him.

'You didn't eat.' Nyx murmurs

"Your blood sugar was dangerously low. You passed out."

"That's what you get for not letting me eat." I mutter with half a smile. It had happened all the time when Trey and the others had starved me. "Why didn't I just heal?"

*Because even Wolves and Lycans suffer from it. Why do you think we are always eating? Especially after we have shifted. Besides, with the babies on board, you need to be eating more.

"Baby," I mumble. Until it was confirmed otherwise, it is just the one that I am carrying. "And how am I supposed to eat if I'm throwing up?"

*Babies, and Klaus has suggested those milkshakes that you like if it means getting food in you. For now, you have that." he points to the bag that is connected by a tube to my arm, drip feeding a liquid into me.

I prop myself up on my elbows and wince as I knock the tube in my arm. "He scanned me, didn't he?"

"Yes."

*One?"

He shakes his head with a smileContent held by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Twins?" Please, no more than two.

"Yes." He leans forward and presses his lips to my cheek. "Told you."

"I thought it was too early."