I never thought morning sickness would feel like a storm crashing inside me, and make me long for the days on the ship. One minute, I was standing in the kitchen, asking for a specific meal I was craving, while chef was preparing breakfast, and the next, I was doubled over the bin, my body revolting against me. The nausea hit hard and fast, stealing my breath, and all I could think was,
''Alpha!'' Our butler Oliver called out, and Greyson came running.
''Cassia.'' He panicked and rushed to my side, pulling my hair back.
''Is the Luna sick?'' Chef Robin asked nervously, ''She hadn't eaten anything, it can't be food poisoning.''
''It's not.'' Greyson told them, as I threw up again, ''Shes.... Cassia's pregant.''
''Oh my,'' Oliver gasped, as my ears rang, ''Congratulations.''
''This st
