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.

 

eyes glaze over as he mind links someone. A moment later, a doctor comes to the room. He gets there so fast that I wonder if he was waiting outside the apartment. He starts checking my pulse, looking in my eyes and mouth, and

 

eat bland foods and work my way up to exciting foods, you know, like fruit. Toast with butter

 

see you up and about, Luna, ' he says with a smile as he packs

 

Alpha Bronx to call him if there is anything more. The Alpha takes some Ritz crackers out of the pantry,

 

he says with a shrug. "Alpha Bronx,

 

My name is Bronx Mason. You, of all people, never need to call me Alpha. Got i t?" He says with a smirk. It's kinda

 

call you 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."

 

day, on them," he dramatically puts the back of his hand on his forehead. I

 

he leans against the counter, putting his chin

 

anyone picked up my clothes before we left

 

favorite shirt? " He looks

 

stammer

 

has some clothes that fit you.

 

I can't go to the mall. I have no money. Obviously, he doesn't know that. "Lex, is this real or are we having some kind of bizarre dream? Like, are we going to wake

 

don't think this is a dream, Kas. I can feel his wolf. I can't wait to meet him! And Bronx called you Baby. So romantic just like always!"' Lex says

 

the crackers, and listen to Lex gush

 

I'm not sure what she means by that but I just munch on the crackers and chat with

 

into the room with Bronx close behind her. They both

 

the doc says about sixty pounds lighter. Soooo...I brought my niece Elle's clothes,’

 

a few things. There are a lot of neon -colored leggings and

 

ten," she

 

wear," I shrug. I don't want to admit the clothes are a lot nicer than anything I've owned before. I find a pair of jeggings and a white t- shirt that says 'Girl Power' in sparkly pink letters. Good enough for me. There's a couple of pairs of clean underwear 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 will have to do. Aside from smelling like I have a dead animal stowed away, Bronx's shirt is huge on me, it comes down to my knees like

 

sections at the mall. W e will find adult clothes for you,''

 

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

 

Lenora speak at

 

for shopping. Alpha Graham never paid me. Getting to live in the packhouse was my payment," I

 

out his wallet and hands me a black credit card. "T-I, what-," my eyes go wide. I have never been to a mall, let alone used a credit card. I barely know this guy and h e is

 

grabs the card out of Bronx's hand,

 

rolls his eyes as Lenora puts his card in

can I talk to you fora second...umm, alone?" I shift my eyes away from Bronx's gaze. He doesn't

he just squeezes my hand and steps out

 

yes. Yes. It's just...before you leave, can you help me wash my hair and back? Everything is still sore and umm...I haven't had a proper bath in

 

be happy to,” she

 

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