Kent followed Lana down the hallway into a small exam room. Once the door was shut, she leaned against it, looking him up and down.
“How have you been feeling, Alpha?” she finally asked.
Kent raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Have you been feeling sick like Riley?”
“No.” Kent leaned against the wall. “Why are you asking this?”
Lana rubbed her hands on her face. “It’s strange, isn’t it? If it is tied to the mate bond, why is she sick and you’re not? If this is somehow related to second chances or physical distance or something like that, you should both be sick.”
Kent chewed on the corner of his mouth. He hadn’t stopped to think about it like that.
“I’ve been more… anxious than normal, I guess,” Kent admitted.
“That’s to be expected,” Lana said with a shrug. “You’re last mate
