The Alpha's Addiction [BXB]

Chapter 44: Purpose

My mouth waters at the sight of the steaming rare meat Morgan brings to our table, along with a various array of breakfast foods. I'm starving after vomiting up last night's cream soup, which wasn't filling in the first place but the only thing I could manage to get down.

The minute he sets the meat down on the table, I reach for it, eager to sink my teeth into the tender flesh. That is, until I smell it. The scent of the blood greets my nose in an unwelcome surprise and I suddenly gag, my stomach churning.

Goddess, why does it smell like that? It's disgusting. I push the plate away, covering my mouth with a hand in an attempt not to throw up all over the table.

"Koa? Are you okay?" Morgan frowns.

I shake my head. "The meat's rancid,"

He sniffs at it with a raised brow. "It smells normal to me. What is up with you lately? You've been so picky,"

"I don't know..."

I don't. I really don't. Because it can't be what I think it is. That's what I've been telling myself, at least.

We continue eating, but all I can do is chew at my lip in worry. What if there's a real reason for this ongoing nausea, what if--

"Goddess, Koa. Your skin is glowing!" Morgan reaches out and presses his index finger to my cheek. "Look at that, it just bounces right back!"

I chuckle an awkward thanks as I look back down at my plate of uneaten bread and fruit. I can't help but imagine maggots squirming in the bread's air holes. I abruptly drop my fork, giving up on breakfast.

"Well, I'd better get Oli to school," I say with a sigh.

Morgan frowns at the food. "Already? You didn't even eat your banana. You love banana. Especially Cyrus's--!" I lunge across the table to clap a hand over his lips.

"How about you go use this mouth of yours to choke on Xavier's banana rather than spew depravity over breakfast?" I smile murderously at him.

He deviously licks my palm, and I jerk away. "I'm taking it you two still haven't worked things out. Is communication a non-existent language between alpha and omega?"

"Oh, he communicated himself alright. Got his dick wet and ran for the hills," I scoff. I try to act like it's not a big deal in front of my friend, whose in the healthiest and happiest relationship I've ever seen, but it hurts so much more than I let on.

He crosses his arms. "That doesn't sound like him. I mean, it was the first time he took your heat. That's a huge deal for fated mates. The Cyrus I know would be singing from the rooftops about how heavenly it was to knot you, I mean not literally, but--"

I push up from my seat, making sure the chair screeches loudly over the floor to drown out his indecent words. "I think that's my sign to go,"

"You better talk to him, Koa!" he calls after me as I fetch Oli from the play area.

If only it were that easy.

*

"What's that for?" I ask my pup as he bounds back from the side of the dirt path, holding a bright purple flower in his hands.

"For Flora. I have to show her I'm better than that jerk Timmy. He thinks being mean to her will make her like him!"

I smile, ruffling his blonde curls. "You don't need a flower for that, baby. But that's very sweet,"

Oliver grins in return, grabbing my hand to hold it as we walk. He's so adorable.

"Hey, mama... are you really not going to talk to Cyrus anymore? Did you have another fight?"