The nausea hit me harder than ever the next morning.
I woke up feeling like the room was spinning. My stomach twisted violently, and a sour taste rose in my throat. I sat up quickly, pressing a hand to my mouth. This wasn’t like the mild queasiness from yesterday. This was real morning sickness — the kind that warned me my body was changing fast because of the baby growing inside me.
Chase’s baby.
I barely made it to the bathroom in time.
I dropped to my knees in front of the toilet and vomited as quietly as I could. My body shook with each heave. Tears streamed down my face from the effort of staying silent. I didn’t want any maids or guards to hear me. If they suspected anything, the news would spread like wildfire through the pack.
When the vomiting finally stopped, I stayed on the
