Chapter 29

It’s been weeks since Emily kept on avoiding the alpha. She stayed in her room until someone would send her food and ask them if the alpha were around the royal house.

“He’s out of the royal house, Miss.” The servant answered before walking away.

Emily smirked. Her tongue pokes her cheeks. “Oh, he’s out,” she shrugged her shoulders and caressed her womb. “Your father is out; we can go outside without his presence.” She whispered.

Emily gets on the bed and gets the tray on her bedside table. Upon smelling it, her stomach rumbled, unexplainable. The beef stew steak feels awful in her nostrils.

“Damn it!” she cursed.

She threw the food and rushed quickly to the bathroom to vomit.

“Gross…” she mumbled while wiping her lips, facing the mirror.

She shook her head, heaved a deep sigh, and shrugged her shoulder as she caressed her womb again, talking with her unborn child.

“Why so picky with the food, baby?” she asked. “Do you want me to cook your food? Hmm?” she talks with her unborn child.