Page 64 of Luna

So… productive planning. Raina and Zephyr had a business plan for Cosmic Bonds and had explained it to me several times. But I didn’t see how they could just say “grow client base by twenty five percent in the first quarter” and just do it.

The server came with our food, the scent of fish hitting me fully in the face.

I covered my mouth and almost threw up all over the table. I stood up quickly and headed for the bathroom. I couldn’t even say sorry, I was too afraid of moving my stomach enough to talk.

I knelt in front of the toilet in enough time to empty my stomach.

The scent of fish still haunted me, and I retched again. The bathroom echoed with the sound of footsteps, and my proverbial hackles raised. If some well-meaning lady came into the stall with me to see how I was doing, I was going to go feral omega on her. It didn’t feel safe, no matter what common sense said.

“Here, love.” Dante’s voice floated above me, putting a cold compress on the back of my neck.

Some of the flush of my skin receded. I sighed. “I’m sorry. I ruined our date.”

“You did no such thing.” Dante patted my back. “You’re pregnant. These things happen.”

“I thought I was done with morning sickness.”

“If Quinn was here, I am sure he would tell us you will still get bouts of nausea.”

I sat back on my ankles, pulling Dante’s arms around me. I had to have smelled gross, but my knees and legs felt too weak to stand up yet. The alpha’s spicy sweet scent washed over me, making my stomach settle down. He handed me another wet paper towel and I wiped my mouth with it.

“Everything okay in there?” Someone voice called into the bathroom.

“Make them leave me alone.” I muttered. “I’ll stand up in a minute.”

“We’re fine. We will come out in a minute, but please keep the room clear.” Dante called, projecting his voice so he wasn’t shouting in my ear.

He probably didn’t think he’d be using that skill in such a way. I giggled at the idea.

He smiled at me with a soft look. “Yes?”

“Your stage voice has come in handy. Telling people to leave pregnant omegas alone.”

“It has.”

“Help me up?” The floor was cold, and I didn’t want to think about how dirty it was.

Dante helped me stand up. I wobbled for a minute, and then washed my mouth out at the sink.

The suave alpha opened the door, and no less than four worried betas stood on the other side.

One of them wore nice khakis and button up shirt. He stepped forward. “Miss, can we call you an ambulance? Off you some water? We of course have refunded your meal.”

I blinked. The restaurant still smelled too much like fish. “Uhh, we’re just going to leave. I’m okay, thank you.”

Two of the men exchanged looks and glanced at Dante. “Is she alright? What can we do?”

“Nothing, gentlemen.” Dante put an arm around my waist. “It’s just hormones, nothing else.”

The four of them looked relieved, and a little bit glad when we left.

“I know people love to see pregnant omegas, but that was a bit much.” I settled myself into the passenger seat.

“They worried you were going to blame them for making you sick.” Dante chuckled, pulling out of the parking lot. “I can see the highlines now ‘Pregnant High-Risk Omega Sues Seafood Joint for Food Poisoning’.”

“Oh.” I frowned. “It was me, not their food. Just one smell.”

I fanned myself. Just the thought of that smell. I pouted. “I love that salmon risotto.”

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