The thought occurred to me, but I'm not sure how well I could pull it off.

I suppose it couldn't hurt to try.

The following day, I remained in bed for most of the morning. Normally, I would be awake early so I could work on some paintings in my studio. But today, I was pretending to be incredibly sick so that Elliot would let me miss the gathering happening in a couple of days.

I placed a hot cloth over my face and when I heard the bathroom door opening, I quickly took the cloth off my face and shoved it under my pillow.

When Elliot saw me still in bed, he frowned.

"Why haven't you gotten up yet?" He asked as he finished getting dressed for the day.

"I don't feel so good," I told him, making myself sound sick and pathetic.

His brows furrowed together.

"You were fine yesterday."

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

bad today. I think it's getting worse, and I'll probably be sick for at least a week," I told him, moaning

so?" He asked,

very warm," I told

a frown marring his lips. Then

what might this be?" He asked, reaching around me and grabbing

making sure it was completely hidden. He pulled the cloth out

you feel warm? Do you

lower

feeling well. I put a

you get up and shower, you'll

stood on the other side with a glass of water and a medicine bottle. "The Alpha told

the door, bummed that my plan didn't

I knocked on

"Come in," he said.

the door and stepped inside.

Or are you going to

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