Chapter 65.

Destinee POV.

The days have melded and merged into one. I have been feeling increasingly weaker and Aura is M.I.A.

In two hours I will have the Alpha ceremony under the full moon and to say I am excited is horse shit. I feel sick and the pain is getting worse in my stomach.

My heat is coming, and it will happen soon. Marcus and Titus evacuated the packhouse in case it the heat happens suddenly, but I haven’t left the confines of the bedroom. I have slept and not really ate, for fear of vomiting.

I groan as a sudden wave of nausea rolls through me. I get up and dash to the bathroom, falling to my knees, and I heave over the toilet bowl. Bile is all I produce, and my stomach clenches more with each heave.

I move to lie down on the cold tiled floor and I sigh; it is soothing. I have blocked Titus out. I don’t want him knowing this.

“Destinee, are you alright?” I move my head to the side, my hair sticking to the side of my face.

“Shit, you look like a hot mess. Come on, we need to get you