Ramsey
A week later,
I lay on the Healer's table, drenched in sweat, my body shaking uncontrollably as I writhed in agony. My skin burned as if it had been set on fire from the inside out. My muscles clenched painfully and every joint felt like it had been ripped apart.
I groaned, suppressing the urge to cry out… if it was this terrible for me, then how would it be with Lyla? I had thought rejecting her would be the end of the whole charade. But the pain keeps getting worse every day making me realize the mate bond was more than an old wive's tale that I could shrug off.
I clutched at my chest, hoping the pain in my chest would stop, but it didn't.
"You're bad shape, Alpha," the healer muttered, "I've never seen something like this. Can you remember if you had anything…" he trailed off.
