The Alpha’s Country House
Ruslan burst into the house. His mate was lying on the sofa. There was a bucket beside her—she had been vomiting. Marta was carefully holding Polina by the shoulders.
"Marta, brew chamomile tea and bring cold water. She needs a compress. Bring everything to the bedroom." — The Alpha bent over her, stroked her hair. She was completely pale, just like that time when she had cut her hand. — "Come to me, baby. We’ll cool you down."
He carried her upstairs to the bedroom and set her down on the tiled floor. The girl started to say something, then suddenly rushed to the toilet.
"I feel sick. Your scent." — She bent over the toilet. She vomited heavily again. Polina sank to her knees, exhausted, resting her head on her arms as she fought another wave of nausea.
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