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.

 

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 asking me

 

now. I need to eat bland foods and work my way up to exciting foods, you know, like fruit. Toast with butter and crackers until I can slowly

 

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

 

pats my hand and tells Alpha Bronx to call him if there is anything more. The Alpha takes some Ritz crackers out of the

 

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

 

never need to call me Alpha.

 

was right to 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

 

he dramatically puts the back of his hand on his forehead. I giggle, looking at the little plate.

 

love that sound," he leans against the

 

up my clothes before we left Silver Moon? I have a pair of leggings and

 

my favorite

 

stammer trying to figure out

 

Not you. I'll get Lenora. Hopefully, she has some clothes that fit you. We'll get you to the mall tomorrow s o you can buy new clothes. I'll

 

he doesn't know that. "Lex, is this real or are we having some kind of bizarre dream? Like, are

 

Kas. I can feel his wolf. I can't wait

 

the crackers, and listen to Lex gush over

 

she means by that but I just munch on

 

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

 

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

 

things. There are a lot of

 

she's ten,"

 

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,

 

are some stores with petite sections at the mall. W e will find

 

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

 

Lenora speak at

 

Graham never paid me. Getting to live in the packhouse

 

Baby, you don't have to worry about money," Bronx pulls 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

 

card out of Bronx's hand, "T'll

 

his eyes as

fora second...umm, alone?" I shift my eyes away from Bronx's gaze.

talk to her, he just squeezes my hand

 

me wash my hair and back? Everything is still sore and umm...I haven't had a proper bath in

 

I'd be happy to,” she

 

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