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.

 

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

 

much for my stomach right now. I need to eat bland foods and work my way up to exciting foods, you know, like fruit. Toast

 

' he says with a smile as he packs

 

He just called me Luna. He pats my hand and tells Alpha Bronx to call him if there is anything more. The Alpha takes some Ritz

 

shrug. "Alpha Bronx, that doctor called

 

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

 

"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 things up between us, one

 

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

 

the counter,

 

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

 

You don't like my favorite shirt?

 

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

 

Lenora. Hopefully, she has some clothes that fit you. We'll get you to the

 

mall. I have no money. Obviously, he doesn't know that. "Lex, is this real or are we

 

I can feel his wolf. I can't wait to meet him!

 

munch on the crackers, and listen

 

sure what she means by that but

 

close behind her. They both

 

and from what the doc says about sixty pounds lighter. Soooo...I brought my niece Elle's

 

pick up a few things. There are a lot of

 

she's ten," she

 

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

 

are some stores with petite sections at the

 

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

 

Lenora

 

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

 

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 just handing

 

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

 

and rolls his eyes as Lenora puts

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

need to talk to her, he just squeezes my hand and steps

 

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 want Bronx to

 

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

 

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