"Lottie," the voice sounds muffled but it's still very loud. "Charlotte." Groaning I try to move away from the voice again but I'm being restrained by something. The voice chuckles at the action and releases the pressure from around my waist. "I don't feel well." I whisper as I try to move again, confused about where I am. "Are you going to be sick?" Ryder's voice is starting to lower in level and break through the haze of just waking up. Shaking my head I lean back into the soft lounge or whatever I was on. The nauseous feeling in my stomach doesn't dissipate and I feel Ryder's eyes boring into me. His hand slides over my cheek and I shake at the feeling of his touch. His fingers are cold. "You're really hot." He says sounding annoyed. "Charlotte do you think you're going to be sick?" his question is more serious now as he tries to force the truth out of me. I have no point in trying to hide it from him. When I nod my head he growls so lightly I nearly miss the noise. He's carful to lift me up and when my legs falter beneath me he wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me towards the bathroom. Being set down on the cold tiles calms me. I've never felt like this before but I don't have time to think about anything before I'm coughing up the contents of my stomach into the toilet. Ryder doesn't leave my side as he holds my hair back out of the way his hand rubbing over my back. My eyes slowly open a crack to see that the bathroom we're in is very small and it only has a sink and toilet in it. "Where are we?" I don't fight Ryder as he lifts me up onto the small amount of counter space next to the sink. "What's the last thing you remember?" He asks running the wet wash cloth over my mouth before he washes it and holds it back against my forehead. "I–I was with Letty in the library." I try to remember what happened but nothing seems to be making sense. "I can't really remember." He sighs as he pat's my face down. "My dad knocked you out again." Shaking my head lightly I try to push his hand away but he easily shakes it away. I can't feel anything in my body really. "It's ok, he bought you to me afterwards but he's still persistent to get you pregnant. You're just having a bad reaction to it." "He might not have to wait long." When I say that Ryder nods but I can see that he's not happy with the idea. His arm wraps back around my waist after I've vomited again, which he was glad about because I was getting whatever Alexander had given me out of my system. The question he ignored earlier about where we were before is answered when he opens the door and I see that we're on a plane, private jet to be more exact. The lights are dimmed and I see that all my guards are asleep on wide chairs that are laid back. They actually look quite peaceful. You probably get that when you're thousands of miles above your worries. Ryder sits me back down in one of the chairs and I sigh as I feel cold air blowing at my face. Turning my head I look at the window. It's black outside and down below I can see tiny flecks of yellow light every now and then. "We are we going?" I ask breathlessly. Whatever Alexander had given me was effecting my badly and by the looks of the bags under Ryder's eyes it must have been going on for a while and he hasn't slept at all. "London." It takes me a lot of energy to turn my head over to look at him. I always thought that London was a beautiful but with everything that happened there I was nervous to be going back. "It's some gathering ball held by Queen Elizabeth, I had originally declined when I had meet you but it's probably a good idea to get away from everything that's happening at the moment." He smiles as he hand slides down to mine twisting his engagement ring. Our wedding was only two weeks away and I was surprised by how fast Allie had planned everything. For the last three weeks I had spent my morning with her as she run me by her ideas about the ceremony, reception and even the coronation and then I spent the rest of my afternoon with Colette in Ryder's study. If I hadn't been sleeping in Ryder's shirt every night I don't think I would have been able to handle it at all. I hadn't had a bed dream since I woke up normally one morning with his shirt pulled over the top of the own I was originally sleeping in. Once a week Ryder had allowed me to go with him down to the cells to speak with Kellan, the rebel wolf we were holding captive. It took me a week to convince Ryder to unchain him. He was still locked in the cell but he wasn't trying to escape at all. I wanted him to agree to rebind the sire bond to Ryder. I had grown to like him and even though Ryder said he would release him even if he hadn't agreed to the terms I knew he wouldn't do it. Kellan had to do it if he ever wanted to get out. Meeting the others nearly every night for dinner was making me more comfortable with the idea of being there queen. I was still yet to hold Elijah again but I had become closer to all the other girls and I was comfortable with the idea that they would all be my bridesmaids as all my guards would be Ryder's groomsmen. The few days after I was sedated to have my eggs removed were difficult. I spent most of my time in bed after that. It had hurt more than what I thought it would and Ryder was beating himself up over it and was always rubbing his hand over my stomach hoping to relieve the pain.