Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 12

We stay like this for a while until he says, ''How about we get you something to eat? You haven't had anything solid i n almost a week.”

 

I pull away from our comfortable position and think about it.

 

"Yeah, I'm pretty hungry," I agree. I don't actually feel hungry, but I don't want to make him upset with me either. Not when things are starting to go so well.

 

“Alright, I'll make you a little snack. Then we can get the kitchen to bring something up for you.”

 

“Thank you, I'm just going to freshen u p real quick, if that's okay?”

 

“Of course. The bathroom is through that door," he points to a door at the back of the suite. «

 

He helps me get out of his lap and I make my way to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and realize I'm a mess.

 

My face is visibly dirty and there is still some dried blood in my tangled hair. I look down and see my hands and arms are just as gross as my face. I sniff the shirt I'm wearing. I smell terrible. UGH! How embarrassing! |

 

I wash up at the sink as quickly as I can. At the very least to get the dirt off my face, arms, and hands. I don't havea hair brush or a hair tie, so I try just running my fingers through to smooth i t out. It ends up looking worse. Oh my Goddess! The hottest guy on the planet i s just outside the door. Of course I look like a feral child! I swallow my pride and head out to the kitchen.

 

Alpha Bronx is standing in the kitchen cutting berries with a much smaller knife than he had the last time he was in the kitchen.

 

“Feel better?" he asks, not looking up from what he is doing.

 

“Umm, better enough for now, I guess," I reply shyly.

 

He smiles as he looks at me and nods. H e doesn't seem to notice my messy appearance.

 

“Umm, just out of curiosity, did you call me 'Baby' earlier?" I lean against the counter and ask as he prepares the bowl of fruit salad for me. A guilty look crosses his face and he rubs his hand on the back of his neck, "Uh, yeah, I guess I did. Is that alright?”

 

“T think so. I just wasn't expecting it.” He has me sit at the breakfast bar of the kitchenette and puts the bowl of fruit in front of me. I smile as I take a piece of strawberry. It tastes amazing. I eat more fruit when all of a sudden, my stomach feels like it is in a weird knot.

 

"Oww!" I push the bowl away and grab my stomach.

 

"What is it, Baby? What's wrong?" Alpha Bronx comes around the counter and kneels in front of me.

 

''My stomach," I grimace.

 

fast that I wonder if he was waiting outside the apartment. He starts checking my pulse, looking in my eyes

 

for my stomach right now. I need to eat bland foods and work

 

see you up and about, Luna, ' he says with

 

pats my hand and tells Alpha Bronx to call him if there is anything more. The Alpha takes

 

appétit," he says with a shrug. "Alpha Bronx,

 

name is Bronx Mason. You, of all people, never need to call me Alpha. Got i t?" He says

 

Luna. You're my mate and as long as I don't completely fuck things up between us, one day you'll be Luna of my pack."

 

your crackers, Baby. I slaved away all day, on them," he dramatically puts the back of his hand on his forehead. I giggle,

 

he leans against the counter, putting

 

my throat, "Um, Bronx. I was wondering if anyone picked up my clothes before we left Silver Moon? I have a pair of leggings

 

like my favorite shirt?

 

j-just meant..." I stammer

 

that fit you. We'll get you to the mall tomorrow s o you can buy new clothes. I'll be right back," he caresses my cheek lightly,

 

doesn't know that. "Lex, is this real or

 

wolf. I can't wait to meet him! And Bronx called you Baby. So romantic just like always!"'

 

on the crackers, and listen to

 

that but I just munch on the crackers and chat

 

into the room with Bronx close behind her. They both plop giant

 

shorter than me and from what the doc says about sixty pounds lighter. Soooo...I brought my

 

up a few things. There are a lot of neon -colored leggings and shirts with kittens

 

ten,"

 

but no bra. Not that I have much of a chest but I do prefer to wear one. I keep digging until I finda spaghetti strap undershirt in the pile. It

 

sections at the

 

myself flush with embarrassment, "About that. I-I, um, I can't

 

and Lenora

 

me. Getting to live in the packhouse was my payment," I say,

 

hands me a black credit card. "T-I, what-," my eyes go wide. I have never

 

the card out of Bronx's

 

his eyes as Lenora puts his card in her

I shift my eyes away

to her, he just squeezes my

 

hair and back? Everything is still sore

 

Kas. I'd be

 

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