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Chapter 11: The Food

I wake up to a soft knock on the door. I groan, not wanting to get up. I hear the door creak open. I sit up and I see an older woman with short blonde hair walk in.

"Oh good! You're awake!" She exclaims. She walks over to me and puts the tray that I've just noticed she's carrying on the dresser. "I'm Mary. Alpha Anton has asked me to bring food to you." I look up and I see an assortment of things there. Eggs, bacon, ham, fruit, sausage, hash browns, pancakes, waffles, everything.

"Please eat dear. We have to get you healthy again," she chimes. "I wasn't sure what you like so I brought you a bit of everything."

"I appreciate it, but I'm not very hungry," I reply with a small, sad smile.

"Nonsense. You need to eat. I know you're hungry." I sigh, holding my hands up in surrender. "Good. Now, the Alpha says you can come out once you're ready to talk to him. His office is down the hall, first right, and six doors down."

"Thanks," I say shyly.

"Now listen, the Alpha said you are not to come out of the room unless you are going to his office."

"Mary, I understand. Please stop stressing yourself. You've had your forehead wrinkled in stress and frustration and concern since you walked in. I understand. Go take care of yourself. Please," I beg.

"Fine," she huffs. "But this is all the food I'm allowed to bring you until tomorrow, so eat wisely."

"Mary-"

"Okay!" She holds her hands up, surrendering to me. I chuckle at her and she backs out of the room.

The moment I can't hear her footsteps, I spring up from the bed. I rush over to the dresser, and I stuff as much food as I can in my mouth. I love every bit, enjoying the freshness as opposed to moldy bread.

A moment later, I feel myself begin to get nauseous.

I rush to the bathroom and puke up the food I ate just a moment ago as I nearly reach the toilet. I groan as another wave hits me.

Looks like I won't be eating for a while.