Chasing His Scentless Mate (Caroline) novel Chapter 390

Chapter 390: Chapter 390 Falling Ill

Ava’s POV

My stomach churned.

I had barely eaten half of my breakfast when another wave of nausea came over me.

"Excuse me," I said quietly, pushing my plate of eggs away. The smell that had seemed good just minutes ago now made me feel sick.

Kenneth looked up from his morning coffee. "Ava, are you okay? You’ve hardly eaten anything."

I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth and swallowed hard. "I’m fine. I just feel a little sick this morning."

Leila stirred uneasily inside me. "Something isn’t right with us," she whispered in my mind. My wolf had only awakened recently, after breaking through my mother’s magical seal, and we were still learning to live together.

Kenneth was at my side in an instant, his hand on my forehead. "How long have you been feeling this way?"

"It just started—" I couldn’t finish my sentence as another wave of nausea hit me.

"That’s it. We’re going to the clinic," Kenneth said firmly.

"I don’t need to see a doctor," I protested weakly. "I probably just ate something that didn’t agree with me."

Ignoring my protests, Kenneth guided me toward the door.

The pack clinic was quiet this early in the morning. Dr. Morgan immediately ushered me into an examination room.

"Alpha Kenneth told me about your symptoms," she said, her voice kind. "Let’s run some tests and see what’s going on."

For the next hour, I endured blood draws, a physical exam, and countless questions about my diet, sleep patterns, and recent activities.

When Dr. Morgan stepped out to check my results, a nurse brought me a steaming cup of tea.

"This should help settle your stomach," she said with a smile. "Alpha Kenneth had it specially prepared."

I sipped the tea. The warmth spread through my body, and almost immediately, the nausea began to subside.

"That’s better," Leila sighed contentedly.

Kenneth poked his head in. "Feeling any improvement?"

"Much," I admitted, raising the cup. "Thank you for this."

He stepped into the room fully, closing the door behind him. "I spoke with Dr. Morgan. She’s on her way back with your results."

Something flickered across his face, an emotion I couldn’t quite place. Before I could question it, Dr. Morgan returned, clipboard in hand.

"Good news, Ms. Flynn," she announced cheerfully. "All your tests came back normal. What you’re experiencing is quite common for newly awakened wolves. Your body is simply adjusting to the heightened senses and metabolic changes."

Relief washed over me. "So I’m not sick?"

"Not at all. Your wolf is strong, remarkably so," Dr. Morgan said, glancing briefly at Kenneth. "These symptoms should pass within a week or two. In the meantime, I recommend plenty of rest and avoiding strong-smelling foods."

Kenneth placed his hand on my shoulder. "You should take some time off from your duties. Rest until you’re feeling better."

I shook my head firmly. "I can’t do that. You need me, especially with the Harvest Festival tonight."

When I finally returned to Kenneth’s side, I was breathless and flushed with exertion and happiness.

"Having fun?" he asked, handing me a fresh drink.

"The most fun I’ve had in ages," I admitted, taking a long sip. The liquid was sweet with a slight tang I couldn’t identify.

Kenneth frowned as I drank half the glass. "Easy there. You should pace yourself, especially with what the doctor said."

I waved away his concern. "Come on, Kenneth! It’s a festival. Weren’t you the one who promised not to be a killjoy tonight?"

Kenneth laughed, a rich, warm sound. "Alright, alright."

He took the empty glass from my hand and gave me a new one. "Here, this one is easier on you. Doctor’s orders."

I accepted it gratefully, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat. "Thanks. I should probably check on the bonfire preparations."

"Always working," Kenneth shook his head. "Go enjoy yourself. I’ve got this covered."

I didn’t need to be told twice. Soon I was among a group of children, telling them exaggerated stories about witches and wolves as they listened with wide eyes.

Halfway through a particularly dramatic tale involving a brave wolf princess, I felt a strange heaviness settle over me. My words began to slur slightly, and the edges of my vision blurred.

"Ava, I’m so tired, "Leila’s voice whispered faintly in my mind.

"Maybe because we’re tired," I thought back, but even my thoughts felt slow and heavy.

I tried to stand up, but the world suddenly tilted, and I almost fell.