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.

 

doctor comes to the room. He gets there so fast that

 

stomach right now. I need to eat bland foods and work my way up to exciting foods, you

 

up and about, Luna, ' he says with

 

there is anything more. The

 

"Alpha Bronx, that doctor called me Luna."

 

It's just 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 a

 

playfully, "What's the second thing?" The doctor was right to call you Luna. You're my mate and as long as I don't completely fuck

 

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

 

the counter, putting his chin in his

 

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

 

You don't like my favorite shirt?

 

stammer

 

I'm just teasing. It was a bad joke. I'm the one who should apologize. Not you. I'll get Lenora. Hopefully, she has some clothes that fit you. We'll get you to the mall tomorrow s

 

or are we having some kind of bizarre dream? Like, are we going to wake up in my bed in

 

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

 

crackers, and listen to Lex gush over our

 

what she means by that but I

 

Bronx close behind her. They both plop

 

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

 

things. There are a lot of neon -colored

 

she's ten,"

 

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 a dress, so anything is

 

sections at the mall. W e

 

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

 

not?" Bronx and Lenora speak at the same

 

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

 

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

 

card out of Bronx's

 

groans and rolls his eyes as Lenora puts his

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

to her, he just

 

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 literally months. I don't

 

be

 

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