Chapter 107

June's POV

Zed’s hand moved over my back as I rested my head on the hopefully-clean toilet seat, panting. Tears always leaked from my eyes when I puked; it was annoying, but I was used to it. It wasn’t sad tears or anything like that.

“Think I’m good,” I mumbled, my mouth burning with foulness.

He handed me a bottle of water to rinse my mouth with, and I swished it before spitting it out. My body was nestled in his, giving me every ounce of freedom I could’ve wanted, and holding me up at the same time. I’d never felt loved while I was vomiting, but Zed had changed that.

It seemed like he was changing a lot of things for me.

“Why the hell do werewolves need so much food?” I grumbled.

“How else are we going to maintain abs like these?” His fingers brushed my bare belly, and I snorted. It hurt a bit, but I didn’t care.

“Let me help you to bed, and then I’ll go grab you as many baked potatoes and salads as I can find.”

“Don’t forget the fr