Stubborn

"Young miss." 

"Shhh!" Stella frowned at the young man and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the side. "I need your help." 

At her words, Alex blinked, concern sweeping over his face. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" 

She bit into her lips and fidgeted with the edge of her purple pajamas. "I am. It's just that I've fallen sick. I have a cold." 

"Huh?" Alex was shocked. "How come? You've never fallen sick before." 

She slapped a hand over his mouth immediately and glanced from left to right. "Quiet down! I don't know what's going on either, but you need to get me some pills, okay? He can't find out that I'm sick. Who knows what he will do?" She sounded genuinely scared. 

Not even her father would stand to see her sick. He would be repulsed by her, or better yet, throw her out of the house, after all, recessive omegas were like a taint to their kind.