Lisa’s POV
I sat on the edge of my bed, poking at the food on my plate with no real intention of eating. The scent of roasted chicken and steamed vegetables turned my stomach, making me queasy. I pushed the plate away, sighing heavily. My thoughts were consumed with Alpha Nathan. Tomorrow was the contest, and the more I tried to tell myself he was strong, capable, and would emerge victorious, the more my chest tightened with worry.
My heart ached at the idea of something happening to him. I felt pathetic for being this scared, but no matter how much I scolded myself, the anxiety refused to leave. I pressed my hand against my stomach, trying to steady my nerves, but a sudden wave of nausea hit me so hard that I doubled over.
Panicking, I rushed to the sink in my bathroom, barely making i
