The Alpha King's Series

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

BRINLEY.

Knox truly has a fantastic kingdom. I've been here for two weeks now, and I love it. Knox introduced me to his mate Lucy after I arrived, and she’s sweet, funny, and loves to joke and tease. She suits Knox well. Given that they have different personalities, you wouldn't think they should be together, but somehow they complement perfectly.

I've tried texting Xander he never answers. He doesn't answer my calls either. I'm not sure why he felt the need to get me a phone if he never intended to answer when I tried to contact him. So I stop trying.

I took the last bite of clam chowder, and I stood to place my bowl in the sink. Suddenly everything around me started to spin, and I felt light-headed. Using the table for support, I sat back down, held my head with both hands, and put my head down to my knees.

After twenty minutes, I felt fine.

'You need to see a doctor. This has been happening a lot," Sage says. I roll my eyes. 'I'm fine," I tell her. She narrows her eyes, “If you say so," I nod, 'l do.’

Sage doesn't push me any further, knowing how stubborn I am, and it would do no good. So I washed my bowl and spoon and placed them on the drying rack.

"Hi," Lucy says, peering through the kitchen. "Something smells great,” She adds.

"Clam chowder I made for lunch. Would you like me to make you a bowl?" I ask, looking over at her. She shakes her head, "I can do it. You don't even have to cook, although you are better than our chef." I giggle, "Thanks, but I can make you a bowl. It's not a big deal,” Lucy narrows her eyes, "Brinley, you need to sit down. You look pale.” I sighed, nodding my head. I did feel nauseous all of a sudden. "Okay," I replied, taking my seat back on the chair. Lucy made herself a bowl of soup and sat down beside me.

"Maybe you should see a doctor," I shake my head, "I caught that bug going around.” Lucy pursed her lips,

"Maybe,"

A few people around the house have come down with stomach bugs, which I seemed to caught. "Still, on the safe side. You should go see Dr. Gram.” She says, taking another bite of soup. "Fine. I'll go now. I don't want to be late in kicking Knox's ass at pool." Lucy laughs, nodding her head. "He has been talking about that all week. Said you cheated,” She rolls her eyes. I arched my brow, "You realize that he will come crying to you again once I'm done with him." I said, smirking.

"Oh, I know."

"I'm here because of the stomach bug. Why do I have to pee in this container?" The nurse, Rebecca, smiles, "Dr. Gram said everyone must do it." I groan aloud, snatching the container from her hand and stomping to the restroom.

I sat the cup full of urine in the silver door and walked back to my examing room. The nurse, Rebecca, walks back in. She shuffles around through the drawers and pulls out a gown, and tosses it to me.

"Take off all your clothes, including your bra and underwear. Put that gown on and lay back on the bed. Dr. Gram will be in shortly." She says, leaving the room.

I didn't bother to protest. Instead, I began to take my clothes and put on the completely open gown in the back.

After what felt like forever, the Dr finally comes in wearing a big smile showing off her white teeth. "Good afternoon. I'm Dr. Gram. So what brings you in today?" Dr. Gram says, sitting on her round swivel chair.

"I've been feeling sick to my stomach. I've vomited a few times, and I feel dizzy when I stand too quickly,” I tell her. She writes everything down, nodding her head

"Are your breasts tender?" I touched them. "A little,” She chuckles at my response, probably because I was just filling myself up.

"Any cramping?” I nod, "It comes in, goes,"

"Have you been urinating more frequently?" I nod.

"Any headaches?" Again I nod.

"Okay, I will feel your abdomen and do a pap smear.” Dr. Gram stood from her chair and pulled two metal foot things out from the bed. "Place your feet here. Okay, I will need you to scoot down and spread your legs wide.” I nodded, did what she said, and slid down.

She went to a drawer, pulled a tube out, and placed it on a metal tray and other metal tools. I roll my lip in between my teeth. My hands were trembling. I'd never had this done before.

"Are you sexually active?” I shook my head. "No, I did have sex with my mate once,” I say truthfully. She nods, walks back over to me, and sits down in a chair.

She slides her chair towards my spread legs, and you can barely see her over the thin blanket covering my knees. "Have you had a pap smear before?"

“No,”

"Okay, you're going to feel something cold; that's the gel." She says. "You will feel a pinch of pain at first. Try not to move, okay,”

"Okay,"

"On the count of three, take a deep breath,"

"One,"

"Two,"

"Three,"

I took a deep breath. And my eyes widened as something cold touched my vagina. My fingers tightened on the edge of the bed, and a hiss of pain escaped my lips when something hard plastic opened my core.

A pinch of pain? She should have said a lot of pain.

"Brinley, I need you to relax your muscles.”

"I'm sorry, it hurts."

“l know. I'm almost done."

I take deep breaths to try to calm my frantic nerves. Finally, after about twenty more minutes, I felt her slide whatever was out of me, and I let out a breath of relief.

"Sorry, that's always uncomfortable.” She says, taking off her gloves and tossing them in the trash can. She walks to my side and starts pressing her cold hands on the skin of my stomach.

"Well, It's not the stomach bug,” She says.

"It's not?" She shook her head.

"You're pregnant, Ms. James,"