Scarlett
If anyone ever tells you pregnancy is beautiful…
They’re lying.
Or they’re being paid to say it.
Because there was absolutely nothing beautiful about waking up every morning wondering whether I’d make it to the bathroom before throwing up.
Case in point…
I barely made it.
The moment I emptied my stomach, I rested both hands on the sink and stared at my reflection in the mirror.
“I hate this,” I muttered.
The reflection looked just as miserable.
A knock sounded on the bathroom door.
“Ma’am?” Petra’s voice came through.
“Ughhh… what now, Petra?”
“The kitchen prepared breakfast, and the Alpha asked you to come down to have breakfast. You haven’t left your room since you woke up.” She said, and I sighed.
“I don’t think breakfast and I are on speaking terms anymore,” I a
