MORNING SICKNESS AND A MEETING WITH THE ALPHA

Mia hurried out of bed, rushing to the toilet as her stomach spasmed again, forcing the potatoes and steak she had forced herself to eat last night out her throat. 

After throwing up, she washed her face with cold water from the tap and walked back to her room, throwing herself on the only chair in her room; a high-back chair. 

Gods! She was miserable. 

The past few days had been miserable for her with her bouts of throwing up. She wondered where she had caught the bug.

Mia placed her head on her cold metal table, taking a deep breath. 

She was almost out of options now. There was nowhere else she knew to go. No one else to help her with a solution. 

The last shaman she had met, here in the Nyx pack, had told her the same thing the previous ones in all the other packs she had traveled had said- that the only person who knew the solution to her curse was her mother. Her mother, who was already dead. 

She would have asked her father if he knew something, but he wasn't in the frame of mind to answer any questions. He hadn't been for the past five years. 

Mia had been on the hunt for a solution to her curse for the past three years after her second chosen mate died two days after their mating ceremony- In their bed. 

The answer she had gotten from this shaman had almost pushed her into another depression bout, which she quickly tried to push away with alcohol at one of the bars/clubs in this new location. 

She couldn't remember much about the night except for flashes of lights, heated kisses, touches, and pleasure… Jeez! So much pleasure. 

Her center spasmed with the remembered pleasure, warmth pooling between her thighs. 

"Goddess…" Mia groaned in annoyance. 

Now was not the time to be remembering her one-night stand. 

She was already feeling miserable enough from her illness, she didn't want to add anything sexual to it. 

A knock sounded on her door, causing Mia to freeze momentarily. 

Why was someone knocking on her door? 

No one knew her here, well, except for the shaman and the grocery guy. She just moved here a month ago, after she found out that the Nyx pack had a powerful shaman, who could help her with her problem. 

The knock sounded again, this time harder. 

"Jeez! Don't break the door! I'm coming" She snapped as she pulled the door open, the late morning sunlight momentarily blinding her, before she blinked it away, to find two muscular males in front of her. 

"Huh…" Mia muttered dizzily. 

"Who are you, what do you want?" she asked tiredly.

"The Alpha requests a meeting with you today by evening" One of the males stated. 

Huh? Alpha? 

Why would the Alpha of Nyx pack request a meeting with her? She didn't do anything wrong, and she would be leaving his pack soon anyway. She seldom spent more than six months in any pack before she was off again, searching for more answers or solutions. 

"I believe you know where the pack house is at, and if you don't, it's after the pack center. Just ask anyone for 'the Manor', and they will point the way. You are expected to be there at 4 pm. The Alpha doesn't take kindly to lateness." 

The other male stated, and with that, they withdrew from in front of her door and headed to the woods close to her home, where she assumed they would shift into their wolf forms and leave. 

Flabbergasted, Mia stared at them till they disappeared in the woods, then she went back inside and locked her doors to stew in silence and worry about why one of the deadliest Alphas ever known, an Alpha, she had heard rumors of; that even the werewolf council respected and even feared, wanted to meet her. 

She just hoped this meeting wouldn't result in her death. 

Mia wasn't a rogue, even though she had not been to her pack for three years now. 

She didn't disown her pack, she just left for a while- at least that was what she kept telling herself, even though the said pack had treated her like death, especially after her second mate died. 

Not like she could blame them. No one wants to be close to the 'cursed one' and face an unfortunate death, well, except for her best friend, Clara. 

Clara who had stood by her side after her first mate rejected her, and consoled her when her second chosen mate died. 

It was the same Clara that had advised her to leave the pack and everything she had ever known, to go in search of answers, which she had been doing for three years now. 

But Mia was so tired now. 

****

Aaron stood up from where he sat, the meeting with his enforcers concluded. 

It was their weekly check-in, where his enforcers posted to different sections of Nyx pack debriefed him on the going ons of the pack members and the activities of visitors and strangers in their land. 

Nyx pack was located in a very scenic territory and it attracted a lot of other visitors, humans and wolves alike. 

It was up to the enforcers to monitor them and ensure that they were there because of the tourist attractions and not for ulterior motives. 

As Aaron left the room, one of his enforcers followed him, drifting to his side carefully to talk to him. 

"We've informed her Alpha, she should be here by 4 pm on the dot. We made your intolerance of lateness known."

"Okay Justice, thank you. Be on the lookout for her and when she comes, take her to the meeting room, that's where I will see her" 

"Yes sir," Justice said, then left in another direction, leaving Aaron to head to his room on his own. 

Immediately he opened the door to his private chambers, the subtle scent of citrus and sea wafted up his nose, causing him to groan internally. 

He really did not have time for this. 

"What are you doing here, Miram? If I remember correctly, your private chamber is across this hall, far from here. What are you doing in my room?" He asked tiredly. 

"So, it's wrong for me to be in my betrothed's room, Aaron?" Miram answered as she stood up from where she was seated on the bed, her purple short lace gown, engulfing her tall voluptuous figure perfectly. 

Miram was beautiful, very beautiful. Adding her black as sin eyes, olive skin tone, and long black hair, she was like a goddess to some. 

She had been like a goddess to him too, when he was younger and had newly won the Alpha challenge from various contestants, taking the Alpha position from her father, the former Alpha of Nyx pack. 

That was why he had agreed to a mate match between the two of them, even though his wolf had been reluctant. 

Aaron had wanted her sexually and had also seen it as a way to fortify his position as Alpha, by taking the former Alpha's daughter as mate. A decision he was regretting now. 

"You know I plan on canceling the betrothal. We've been betrothed for four years now, and we didn't meet the prerequisite to finalize our mating. A prerequisite your father added," 

"But, it's not my fault I didn't get pregnant Aaron," Miram said softly as she walked up to him, and ran a hand slowly down his shirt, stopping at his belt buckle. 

"I didn't say it was, Miram" Aaron stated, pushing her hand which was beginning to unbuckle his belt, away. 

"But, we can still try again, Aaron. How about now? You know I have missed you" Miram said, pouting softly, as she trailed her hand down his neck, rubbing her front gently on his chest. 

It was all Aaron could do not to bare his teeth and snap at her. His wolf was bristling beneath his skin in irritation. 

His wolf didn't want Miram, had never wanted her, and had only accepted the mating because of Aaron. 

But now that his wolf had caught that scent again, that subtle scent of crushed lily petals and chocolate, had tasted that flesh, had pounded into her tight hot sheath, and felt her come, her sheath tightening over him in pleasure, his wolf didn't want any other female, least of all Miram. 

Miram's hip touched his hard length, a triumphant smile pulling at her lips at the evidence of his desire. 

Aaron cursed his body's reaction internally. Now was not the time to be aroused. It would only make Miram assume it was for her, and from the look on her face, she already assumed that. 

"Stop fighting it Aaron, your body still wants me," She gripped his hard length, softly. 

"Look at you all hard for me" She purred, licking the side of his neck. 

Done with her nuisance, Aaron pushed her away gently. 

"You need to go Miram. I need to freshen up, as I have another meeting soon" 

"I can help you freshen up- on my knees" She replied, winking saucily. 

"No. Just leave" 

"But, Aaron-" 

"I said leave!" He snapped, his eyes flashing the golden of his wolf, which was enough to cause her to scurry out of his room, the door shutting hard behind her. 

Aaron ran a hand down his face in irritation and tiredness, before going to the bathroom to freshen up. 

He was anticipating meeting her again- Mia. 

After their night of pleasure - which he wasn't sure she remembered with all the alcohol in her system, but he remembered vividly, he had been unable to think of anything else. 

He could only call it fate. That the one he had wanted for years and tried to forget, the one his wolf h

ad yearned for even as a child, was in his territory. 

And it was time to put her where she had always belonged. 

Right next to him, as his.