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It was after a day of working with one of their more recent clients. Von Lycaon and the other members of his team; Ellen, Corin, and Rina had driven down to have dinner together at one of the restaurants in Lumina Square. Lycaon didn't want to admit it, but he had been feeling unpleasant all day. The nausea had started in the morning with him being unable to even look at food without feeling queasy. Around lunchtime, he started to feel better until after he ate and his lunch sat quite heavily in his stomach causing him a fair bit of indigestion for the rest of the afternoon.
It wasn't until they passed by a butcher shop where the smell of raw meat wafting out the door that his stomach had finally had enough.
He had fallen behind the others using his hand to support himself against a wall as his stomach churns. It didn't take long for Rina to notice as she stops looking back in concern the two younger girls stopping as well confused. Rina walks over to Lycaon's side. "Are you alright?" She asks.
"Not... entirely" he admits through gritted teeth.
"Do you need help? What is the matter dear?" she asks. Her bangboos thankfully keeping quiet.
The beast wolf thiren shakes his head. Handing Rina some dennies. "That should cover their meal... go on without me," he says.
"But we normally do this as a group? Is there something wro-?" before Rina can finish Lycaon groans and heaves into the trashcan next to him.
Rina yelps stepping back.
"What's wrong with the old man?" Ellen calls lazily.
"He isn't feeling well girls, Corin take these dennies and go buy yourself and Ellen some dinner and go home I'll call for a cab and have him picked up," Rina says.
"I'll be fi-" Lycaon heaves once again into the trashcan.
"O-okay thank you um get better Mr. Lycaon" Corin squeaks.
"Damn I didn't think the old man was even capable of getting sick," Ellen says as she and Corin head to a nearby food truck.
Lycaon spits and wipes his mouth. "Drucilla scan for his body temperature," Rina asks as she orders a cab.
"Nothing's wrong, temperature is completely normal," she says flying around Lycaon.
"Perhaps it's food poisoning then?" Rina suggests "Either way dear you are to stay home until you feel better, I can handle leading for the next few days" She continues.
"That won't be necessary I'm certain Rina." Lycaon tries to insist.
"Do not argue with me, dear" Rina says nudging him along.
The omega sighs and walks over to the cab getting inside, he types in his destination as the car drives off to his apartment. It was so bizarre he'd never had a severe reaction to a raw meat smell like that before. He shakes his head maybe it was just an off day... or perhaps he was getting the flu. His phone dings he takes it out and looks to see who messaged him.
Wise- are we still on for tonight?~
Lycaon silently curses himself for forgetting. Both he and the Alpha had been spending nights together on occasion. It wasn't dating, it was more movies and sexual intimacy. A way to blow off steam as Wise had said.
Lycaon- Not tonight I'm afraid, not feeling well.
Wise- Oh no! Do get well soon and don't hesitate to call if you need assistance, I'll come right over.
Lycaon- Thank you Wise. But there will be no need for that.
The car stops at his apartment. Lycaon steps out of the vehicle and pauses at a potential thought, could it be possible that he is... no surely not. He and Wise had been very careful. Besides he wasn't certain that part of his body even worked properly anymore with the amount of abuse it went through from suppressants during his mockingbird days. It had been years since his last heat. He was certain his womb no longer had that functionality.
Lycaon realises his hand has traveled to his lower abdomen and he shakes his head removing it, walking inside the apartment building and taking the elevator up to his floor.
He wasn't.
He just wasn't.