By the next day, I woke up earlier than usual, all because I was hungry. I was vanishing. I held my stomach, and I could not wait for morning so I could get my breakfast and eat. I rolled and rolled on the bed for what felt like an hour.
Lunara teased me in my head, “Since we found our mate, are you going to get us killed because of your stubbornness?”
I ignored her and kept rolling, clutching my stomach, waiting for the omega to knock and bring my food.
But it got worse. The usual time for my breakfast should have come, and still no one showed. The headache I had the night before grew worse. My eyes felt heavy. The pain in my head throbbed. It seems the omegas have been told not to bring anything, on purpose, so now I am left with no choice but to think of going out to get something m
