Reaching The Limit
On that Monday morning, the Alpha took his mate to South Bedford City to visit the art gallery.
It might really be Lucien's psyche, because he had not thrown up the whole morning. Ronan was incredibly pleased.
He was not the only one, the Healers were also very pleased. They made sure to note down what Lucien had for breakfast, just in case those were the only things that his body was willing to accept for the time being.
"How are you feeling?" Ronan asked for the third time that morning.
Lucien shot him a glare instead.
"How many more times do you want to ask?"
"I am just making sure," Ronan said. "You are not the type to tell when you feel uncomfortable."
"I feel uncomfortable," Lucien said with a flat tone.
Ronan immediately pulled the brake.
"We are going back now," he decided.
When he was about to make a U-turn, Lucien clawed into his wrist.