Page 62 of Her Bully Alpha

"We found her unconscious."

"Oh. Well, what can you tell me?"

"She had a cut on her arm and a large bump on her head."

Katie sighed. "Give the phone to Sam."

I walked over and handed Sam the phone, and Sam took it. "Sit with her."

I sat down next to Nessa, taking her hand as Sam walked away with the phone. I chewed hard on my cheek, wondering what the hell happened. I glanced over to the kitchen, taking in the broken bowl and the tipped over chair. The house otherwise looked pristine. There was nothing out of the ordinary.

"We just need to monitor her," Sam said as she came back into the room. "And she should come too. But Katie said next time, call a real doctor."

I rolled my eyes. "If this is virus related…."

Sam nodded before I could finish. "I know, but she said this doesn't track. Sam said the women were having the same signs, and since Nessa isn't holding her stomach in pain, this might not be related."

I felt a little relieved, but not entirely. We still had no idea what was going on here.

Sam took a seat in the chair and leaned back. "You know you got a little flustered there."

"I did not."

She smirked. "But you did. And I'm pretty sure you broke their door."

"I can reimburse them for it."

She softly smiled and looked at Nessa. "You must really care about her."

I couldn't help but nod. "Nessa is like a sister to me. We aren't really related, but she was always around, and if I'd had a sister, I have a feeling that was what it was like."

I didn't have a great relationship with my brother, but I knew Sam did. I was a little envious of how close they were.

Sam knitted her fingers together. "I always wanted a sister. Not that Henrik wasn't a great sibling, because he was, but he was a boy. He didn't like things I was into. It would have been nice to have someone that was." She placed her hands on her stomach.

"Does that mean you would want our child to have siblings?"

She blushed slightly. "I mean….I don't think being a single child is fun."

I had a brother, but that wasn't until years later, so I was a single child for a while, and I got her point. Having a sibling around was different. When we were younger, my brother and I got along really well.

"How many kids did you want?"

She shrugged. "I never thought about it much. I never thought I was going to get married."

"But now?"

She blushed again. "Now….I imagine a life filled with kids. A house filled with laughter. We have plenty of rooms in that place."

I snorted. "Much more than the little shack you owned."

She kicked me and glared at me. "My house was not a shack. It was a cute house. Quit calling it a shack."

I couldn't help but chuckle at her. I did have to give it to her, the house she had owned was nice. It was remodeled and decorated accordingly. I hadn't liked how small it was before, but when I thought back to it, it was warm.

"And your house feels bare," she retorted back.

"Not if we fill it with children, which you didn't answer the question."

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