I felt so ill when I woke up the next morning, Jackson ordered for me to stay in bed and rest while he attended to some buinsess within the packhouse.
My own healing powers were not going to help. I was frightened that I was dying or something.
What is wrong with me? I quietly cried to myself as I pulled the covers up over my head. Not even my wolf could make me feel better.
Then came the disgusting feeling of sickness and I almost fell out of the bed trying to get to the bathroom in time. It was to late, I threw up everywhere, all over the beautiful brown carpet,
I screamed loudly causing some passing omegas to rush in to ensure I was alright.
One of them cam rushing in with a bucket and cleaning products while the other ran me a bath and comforted me until Jackson entered the roo
