Page 15 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

Me

How are you doing?

She didn’t answer.

It was too early for her to be asleep. Hunter had mentioned that heat was a little painful for her, so I doubted she was already asleep.

I texted her again.

Me

What did you have for dinner?

She still didn’t respond.

I gave her two minutes before I hit the button to call her, lifting the phone to my ear.

It rang.

And rang.

And rang.

Just before it went to voicemail, she answered. “I’m fine.”

The phone call ended just like that.

I lowered it away from my ear, staring at the screen for a moment.

The anger I would’ve expected to be behind the words was absent. Her voice had been tight. Controlled.

Whatever she was feeling, she didn’t want me to know.

I pressed the button to video call her.

She refused it, and the call ended.

I sent one more text.

Me

If I don’t see your face, I’m going to assume you’re in trouble and come inside, consequences be damned

When I video called her again, she answered.

Her face was bright red, but pale too somehow. Her eyes were hazy. Her cheek was resting on something hard. Though I could only see a strip of it, I thought it looked like a toilet seat.

I opened my mouth to ask if she’d been throwing up, but she ended the call before I could.

So I called back.

She looked paler when I did.

“Hunter said the pain isn’t bad,” I growled, taking her in more closely. She looked like she was going through hell.

“It’s not.” I didn’t have to be near her to smell the lie in her words. It was written all over her face.

She dropped the phone and cried out desperately. All I could see was the ceiling, and her voice faded from my ears.

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