Malia Pierce at the age of nineteen was alone, constantly moving in fear she would be hunted down and found by her tormentors. She is the Alpha's daughter of the Phobos pack, where father, and his whole pack despised her just for her existence. He b...
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Gripping the porcelain bowl, the contents of my stomach escaping my body. I dry heaved for a few moments before flushing the toilet, a foul taste in my mouth. Leaning my head on the rim, I rested there for a bit, letting the coolness soak into my now clammy skin.
I thought this was only going to be be a one time thing, not an everyday occurrence. Give days ago, when this first happened, I thought it was from something I ate from the night before. The second time it happened, I thought that maybe I had gotten some sort of food poison and by day three, I thought I was sick. Yet, even if I was sick, which is very unlikely for our species, I would have gotten some other symptoms, or at least puked more than once a day.
Orion's hands threaded through my hair, pushing it away from my face. I could tell that this was worrying him, not know what was wrong with me. This is how we have been waking up for this past week, me hovering over the toilet while he would rub my back or hold my hair. Some days I appreciated it, like now, I didn't want to be alone. I wanted him to hold me and tell me that everything was going to be okay. Then, on the other days, I just wanted to be left alone, brushing him off and ignoring him, climbing back into bed and pretending like nothing happened.
This change in myself was scaring me. I didn't like brushing him off and snapping him off. A few minutes after I do, I'd feel horrible, saying sorry and asking him to hold me. This unknown sickness was scaring me. I didn't feel sick yet I was more tired than ever and was waking up early just to puke.
"Maybe you should go see the pack doctor?" Orion offered again, rubbing the small beads of sweat of my forehead. He asked me to go yesterday but I felt fine, I still feel fine.
"No, I'm okay. I could be stressed or just eating to much. I'm fine." I brushed him off, standing as I did so. Grabbing my toothbrush, I cleaned my mouth, getting rid of the foul taste and odor.
"I have a meeting with the Nightingale Pack in about an hour. If you won't go to the doctor, will you at least go to my mom? I don't want to leave you alone just in case your condition get worse." He said, wrapping his arms around my waist. His hold was gentle yet firm, letting me know that 'no' was not an answer he was going to accept.
Spitting the month, white froth from my mouth, I rinsed off my toothbrush before putting it back in the holder. Looking into his eyes through the mirror, I weaved my fingers through his. His eyes were slightly dull from unhappiness, his worry for me reaching an all time high.
"Okay." I agreed. "Just let me get ready." Nodded, he unwrapped his arms from me and kissed my forehead.
"Just let me give her a call to let her know that you are coming over." Exiting the room, he headed to his office, giving time and privacy to change. Not even bothering to brush my hair, I pulled on random shorts and one of Orion's sweatshirts. Slipping on some flip flops, I made my way down the hall, stopping outside the door when I heard him speaking on the phone.
