The next day, I wake up to find Alpha Caius sleeping in the couch placed in the opposite end of the room. I don't know if I should feel happy seeing him or just… nothing. I barely lay in the bed staring at his calm, asleep face. I do not have the energy to get up from the bed, but I don’t want to wake him up just so he can help me sit up. He doesn’t oblige me that. I don’t want him to do that for me either.
However, that determination of mine soon crumbles when a mewl leaves my lips unbidden as I feel a sharp pain in my gut followed by nausea. Yes, this should be something I should get used to by now. At least, until I get away from this.
Alpha Caius breaks my reverie. I feel his arms wound around me. “What’s wrong?”
“Washroom,” I manage to say. He scoops me up in his arms and carrie
