CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

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My stomach hurt really bad. I really don’t want to wake Don. I move around the bed as quietly as I can.

"Nala, what's wrong?" I hear Don's voice suddenly and I turn to the sound of his voice. I see his eyes on my stomach and I look down to see what is causing the frown on his face. My hands are dangerously wrapped around my stomach. I don't even feel how tight my grip is. The heat consuming my inner body is weirdly making me horny, which I find unreasonable.

"Your heat, Nala," Don said in a manner that apprehends fear. Oh shit! I am...