Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future novel 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.

 

His 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 asking me questions.

 

He tells us the fruit is too 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 with butter and crackers until I can slowly tolerate more.

 

"I'm glad to see you up and about, Luna, ' he says with a smile as he packs up his bag.

 

My head snaps up. 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 crackers out of the pantry, arranges them on a plate, and hands the plate to me.

 

"Bon appétit," he says with a shrug. "Alpha Bronx, that doctor called me Luna." :

 

"Okay, first things first. 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 sexy look.

 

"Okay, Bronx," I emphasize his name, 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 things up between us, one day you'll be Luna of my pack." I can feel my face flush.

 

"Now eat your crackers, Baby. I slaved away all day, on them," he dramatically puts the back of his hand on his forehead. I giggle, looking at the little plate. °

 

"T love that sound," he leans against the counter, putting his chin in his hand.

 

I smile at him 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 t-shirts."

 

"What? You don't like my favorite shirt? " He looks offended.

 

"I-I'm sorry. I j-just meant..." I stammer trying to figure out how to backtrack.

 

“Kas, it's okay. 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 o you can buy new clothes. I'll be right back," he caresses my cheek lightly, then leaves the room.

 

Crap. 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 up in my bed in the dungeon?"

 

"No, I 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 excitedly.

 

I munch on the crackers, and listen to Lex gush over our mate.

 

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

 

Without warning, Lenora barges into the room with Bronx close behind her. They both plop giant piles of clothes on the bed.