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.

 

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

 

bland foods and work my way up to exciting foods,

 

up and about, Luna, ' he says with

 

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

 

"Alpha Bronx, that doctor

 

It's just Bronx. My name is Bronx Mason. You, of all people, never need to call me Alpha.

 

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." I can feel my

 

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

 

against the counter, putting his chin in

 

was wondering if anyone picked up my clothes

 

like my favorite shirt? " He looks

 

j-just meant..." I stammer trying to figure out

 

has some clothes that fit you. We'll get you to the mall tomorrow s o you can

 

know that. "Lex, is this real or are we having some kind of bizarre dream? Like, are we going to wake up

 

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

 

crackers, and listen to

 

not sure what she means by that but I just munch on the

 

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

 

from what the doc says about

 

are a lot of

 

she's ten," she

 

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

 

petite sections at the mall. W e will

 

feel myself flush with embarrassment, "About that. I-I,

 

not?" Bronx and Lenora speak

 

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

 

"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

 

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

 

groans and rolls his eyes as Lenora puts his card in

second...umm, alone?" I shift my eyes away

just

 

is still sore and umm...I haven't had a proper bath in

 

course, Kas. I'd be happy to,” she smiles

 

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