Leora
Just as the nausea overtook me, I collapsed in front of the toilet, catching most of it before it spilled onto the floor. My anxiety had knotted me so tightly that there was little left in my stomach to expel. Coda rushed to my side as the last wave of nausea passed. Her hands gently pulled my hair away from my face, offering me steadiness amid the chaos unraveling inside me.
"Sweetie, are you okay? Should I call the pack doctor?"
I shook my head. There's no cure for a broken heart. The pack doctor has no remedy that could help me through this.
"No, he can't cure what I have."
The chill of the floor was a welcome relief as I rolled onto my back. The thought gnawed at me: what would I do if Bryan rejected me? I had never believed I would find my mate before he came along. When I
