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“Sounds exhausting.”

“It is, but I’m stuck with the asshole.”

“Hey! I’m not an asshole.” Phillip glared at him instead of answering, and Roman’s face broke into a grin. “Okay, maybe I’m a little bit of an asshole, but as you said, you are stuck with me now, just like you are, Duchess.”

“I’m lucky I don’t live in the same house as you, then.” I laughed ruefully.

Roman’s brows crinkled, and his pack mates didn’t look too happy, either. “I don’t like that you’re so far away. Promise me you’ll call us if you need help?”

“I, uh…”

“Let us help you,” Phillip interjected.

I closed my mouth and nodded. Roman’s frown melted into a smile, and before he could open his mouth, food arrived, and we were distracted with eating.

Chapter 15

Hazel

It didn’t take long for me to call Roman.

Everything hurt. I was taking my vitamins and drinking all the damn water, and yet, I still felt like a lightly animated corpse.

Whoever coined the term morning sickness deserved to never have comfy bedding. It wasn’t morning sickness; it was all-day sickness. And it wasn’t just a little bit of nausea—it was pounding headaches, dizziness, and a general feeling of death.

Rolling over in my nest, I pulled out my phone and looked at the time. Seb would still be traveling to the game. The last thing I wanted to do was disturb him. Our communication was still frosty, at best.

I had stupidly thought I could tough it out, but as I tried to sit up, the entire world spun, and I ended up curled up in the fetal position in my nest.

There was no way around it. I needed help.

With a groan, I threw a pillow to the side and held my phone close to my eyes, finding Roman’s contact.

He was technically the reason I was in this situation, so it was only fair that I called him to help me.

All the Kingswood pack had seemed eager to help me, but was that the case, or were they just talking out of their butts?

Then again, they had all looked after me so well during my heat. Despite my downright foul behavior, they had made sure I was fed and showered, all while keeping my desperate need for knots under control.

My chest burned slightly, and it wasn’t from being sick. It was the memory of them doting on me. Part of me desperately wanted to feel that cared for again. With them, I felt desired and wanted, but also cherished.

Which was surprising, considering they were three random hockey players, one I met at a party, and two who were surprise heat helpers.

Clicking on the contact, I listened to the phone ring for a few seconds while my stomach cramped violently with nausea.

“Hey, Duchess!” the familiar voice cried happily.

My own voice was a low moan. “Hey.”

“What’s wrong?” His voice went from playful to serious in a split second. “Are you okay?”

“No,” I admitted with a sob. “Seb’s away at a game, and I’m sick. Can’t even sit up on my own.”

“Shit, do we need to take you to the doctor?”

I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see it. “No. I just need help moving around and getting some food in me. This is common in pregnancy. I have it a bit worse than most other omegas, but this isn’t that unusual.”

“Fucking hell,” Roman said. “Give me twenty minutes, and we’ll be there, okay?”

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