The Kings Mate -Werewolf King #1-

Chapter 23:

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"This is horrible." I groan into the toilet, my hands holding my hair back from my face.

I was back in Ryder and I's suite, the cold marble tiles sending chills through my body. My back was shaking as I tried to steady my breathing, I hated the feeling of the contents of my stomach moving up my throat, it burnt and it left a feeling in my mouth I couldn't shake.

"Get used to it." Reynolds says to me as he holds my hair out of the way. "Ryder hasn't told you that he's sensed anything has he."

Shaking my head I take the face washer he hands me as I rest my weight on my arm on top of the toilet. "We haven't done anything since..." my voice dropped off as I thought about what had happened three days ago.

We spent two nights in Ryder's old bedroom, not including the night after he got me back. I wanted to kiss him and I wanted to do something with him but Ryder was hesitant especially when I winced after stretching my arms in a certain way.

"Would have thought Ryder would jump at the opportunity to mate with you in his childhood bed," He said with a casual shrug of his shoulders. "I mean he got himself off to the idea of you enough in there."

My stomach churned again and I lazily threw the face washer back at him as the last of the contents of my stomach moved up my throat again. Reynolds was quick to move forward and pull my hair back out of the way.

"I didn't need to know that." I whisper before I'm coughing up more bile.

"Sorry," he whispers a hand moving over my back, trying to soothe me but his touch wasn't Ryder's.

Last night we were finally able to move back to our suite and even though Ryder had been more assured at my safety in the room he was nervous to leave when I started to feel sick last night.

"What does Riley think about you being sick?" He asked me once I felt that I wasn't going to throw up anymore.

Taking back the face washer I run it over my face groaning into the cold material. "She thinks it's just a reaction to the vitamins and my body rejecting them, but that was last night so who knows."

Reynolds nods and leans forward to take my hand and lift me to my feet. He watches me carefully as I wash my hands and clean myself up a little bit. He follows me out of the bathroom as I walk back to the lounge.

"You didn't tell Ryder did you?"

"I mind-linked him so he could know, he wanted to come up but he couldn't, so I've just been updating him." I groaned and dropped my head onto the back of the lounge. "Told you he'd get more protective, you best let him though because if you fight him on it he'll just get worse and moody."

"I already know that." I say as he plonks himself down on the other end of the lounge. "Can we go do some training?" I ask him hopefully.

Reynolds scoffs looking over at me with a shake of his head. "You are more than welcome to ask your mate that question. He will rip my head of I asked him."

As much as I was afraid to leave the safety of our room, I didn't want to be locked up in here. Like Ryder had said it was our life, my life, and I couldn't let everything push me back from what I wanted to do. I liked the fresh air.

Standing up I straighten out the dusty rose blouse that I had on. Most of the cuts had healed and they were only a few on my arms and back that were yet to properly close up. They had left slight scars but Riley was confident that they would completely disappear in a week or two. I know they bugged Ryder. He would run his fingers over them when he thought I wouldn't notice and I felt the anger that rolled off him in waves.