Thirty Four

Thirty Four


AALIYAH 

Three weeks have passed since the wild sex-ling, and I still haven't found myself. It feels like my body systems belong to someone else. Thanks to Nikki and Linda, who always assist me with the majority of things—down to helping me feed myself and get out of bed—I lost my appetite, generally feel weak, and can hardly manage my own activities. Nikki never ceases making fun of the fact that I took on more than I was capable of. 

Even though the alarm went off hours ago, I'm still in bed, shivering one minute and running a fever the next. When I was meant to have my daily flexibility workout or bath, I was unable to. 

The three alphas appear concerned, whether because they actually care or because they are unable to enter my body as a result of the disease, but in any event, this illness is oddly what I needed because I have run out of ideas for getting rid of them. Toast to more time! 

“According to what I overheard Lady Sasha saying this morning, the physician will arrive shortly.” Nikki comes close 

“Yes, the alphas sent her a message the previous evening, but since she wasn't within the pack, Lady Sasha had to. Eye service.” The worst was last night when, to top it all, I lost so much fluid from vomiting for the nth time and had no appetite.

"Somehow, you've avoided losing weight." She laughs. 

I examine myself, and she is correct. For the first time realizing... Hell! I believed that I should have been completely invisible, looking as though I were going to vanish into thin air. Yes, the weakness has left my looks untidy, but I don't look at all unattractive. 

“They have strong semen, which is strange; I must commend them.” She chuckles again as she rolls her head.

"Nikki, can a day pass without you doing something bad? It's amazing that you're still virginal.”

"I know, correct? I often hear that.” She is blushing. "Don't punish yourself," She then approaches me and pokes my skin. "And softer as well. Wow! Now that you're glowing, this diet is to die for. marvels of the trinity semen." She plays with her hair

“Nikki, halt. I'm not feeling your cornball jokes right now.” I warn 

“I had no idea that becoming Linda's perfect double would just require one attempt at your elaborate fairy tale fantasy. What would you want to have for breakfast, by the way? I can persuade the chef to prepare something unique only for you, sweetheart.”

“Nothing. I'm too weak to even attempt to swallow, thus I don't have an appetite.”

“I could grab a bottle of their strong semen.”

Breathing heavily, I gag. "Nikki! For skies’ sake, what is wrong with you?”

Her brows raise as she expands her gaze. "Did you just throw up? Wait," she sneers. "Give me a funnier joke. But I wasn't mistaken; it's obvious that you're getting by on their blah blah blah.” She pulls a nylon full of sausages out of her pocket. She exhales, "Look," motioning with her hands to bring the fragrance to her nose. "I kept two pieces of this for you."

I gag yet again. "Take that away."

"At this point, I should inquire as to your condition. You are ill, but not in the head, I assure you. It's terrifying how much you're forgetting and how you're losing yourself.

"Just take it away; it's irritating," I say while hiding my nose and pulling the worst expression imaginable.

“You freaking love sausage, remember how we used to grab one from each of the meals served to the alpha females as maids?” She encloses it and puts it back in her pocket.

"Thank you." My hand is still on my nostrils.

"I'm not a physician, but you surely need all..." She pulls out with emphasis, "Of that semen out of you."

"Nikki, you're getting on my nerves and you need to stop right away," I said.

"I long for the authentic, old you. You're acting strangely all of a sudden, and I'm so stupid to think Clair is the worst person ever—you, my love, just lifted the bar, and I knew the title would finally sink into your little skull. You know what?” She pulls the nylon out of her pocket. She hurls it at me and says, "Choke on it!" "Go mend yourself, Aaliyah; I need the old Aaliyah back. Linda will be more than happy to be your best friend because you both currently view sex in the same way.” She leaves irate. 

She is correct, therefore I can't blame her. I absolutely adore sausage but at this moment? I find them revolting. I gently pull the nylon closer to my nose in an attempt to elicit a different response, but I still vomit. Jeez! I throw it out of the way. Alarmingly, my body system changed strangely overnight, I gained weight when I should have lost some, and I started to hate what I had loved. 

Once more barging in with a rock-hard face is Nikki. "The physician is here; you are required in the little room." She informs me before bursting out.

The physician is allegedly an elderly woman who doesn't want to wait. I fumble to get out of bed, dress in a baggy gown, and leave the room. Nikki is being unjust because I do need her to help me even walk, but she has tried, so I won't press the issue. 

She quickly requested that I bring in the next person. I'm perplexed. What on earth is she getting at with that? Although I am aware that it is not entirely impossible, what does she mean?

When I enter Nikki's room, she is repairing an outfit that I believe is meant for an alpha female. I stand there and pull my baby bun face.

“What are you doing here?” she stops mending. "Stop! Don't make that face, if you need me to do something for you, you don't need to act up. Just say the word and I will come running after you, I’m a maid after all.”

"Nikki, stop."

“No, you stop. You're standing there and acting like a saint... Like the freaking victim. When last did you just stand in front of me? Of course! Maid Nikki's space has all of a sudden become too dirty to stand.”

"I'm pregnant," I reveal, already exhausted from the arguments. 

“What?” she drops what she is holding, almost jumping on my feet. "Oh my world, that's a lot.” She sits me down on her bed. "Hope you don't mind...” she stops on seeing my face. "Who's the father?” 

"I'm not sure," I squint my eyes.

"You had prep sex like with alpha Hunter, right?"

"Yes, but it's after the foursome based on its gestational age." I exhale air.

"Okay, so who's the father?"

"I'm not sure! Hell! Nikki, I'm worn out. You tell me who the father is," I said, "after having rough sex with three men on the same night, each of whom came inside of me.”

“This explains your unreasonable actions and irritating attitude”

"You ought to apologize to me for your crude remarks."

"I apologize. You too," she mumbles. "I suppose the baby should apologize."

“I'm perplexed. After all, those alpha females go on extended sex sessions, so why me?”

“Yours was a sprint, dear.” She rolls her eyes sarcastically. "Does Lady Sasha already know?”

"When I left, no... But I can't say for sure now." My face is gloomy.

“Then pick a father.”