NATALIA
Now that the Alpha has me taking the concoction of meds and vitamins to get pregnant, I am allowed two meals a day; a small breakfast of oatmeal and juice, and a more balanced dinner. It is better than before, but still not enough to get my strength back.
I am brought to dinner this morning just like every other, except this time, nausea roils in my gut uncomfortably. Probably from the lack of food, or the pills, or his … visits. Those make me nauseas every night.
I settle into the usual chair, not surprised by all the empty chairs around me. Breakfast is frequently spent alone in this large dining room. Not that I mind it.
My small bowl of oatmeal is set in front of me. I swallow the bland mush down eagerly, wanting all of the basic nutrients it might provide. My stomach r
