I doze off at some point, because I hear a rustling sound that wakes me up. I jump up with a start to see Bronx trying to get out of bed. "Oh no, Buster," I scold, "back in bed." "I gotta pee, Kas." Bronx whines at me. "Okay, well hold it for just a second." I push the call button for the nurse. I hear a little voice come over the intercom on the wall and ask them to send a male nurse to help. Cause Hell if I’m letting a female nurse help him. The nurse comes in quickly and helps Bronx to the bathroom. When he is back in bed and we are alone again, he reaches his hand out to me. "You look so beautiful right now, Kas. Please come here, Baby, let me breathe you in." His eye looks a little glassy. I am sure the pain medicine is influencing his words, but smile at him anyway. I crawl up on the bed, but I don’t let him wrap his arms around me yet. "Before that, let me see if I can heal you more. Lean back." He obeys and I put my hands on him. It takes much less effort to heal him thi
The next day, Bronx decides he wants to go downstairs for dinner. “Are you sure, Sweetheart? The doctor said you need to take it easy for another few days.” I ask as he is putting on a button-down shirt. “Yeah Baby. I have some apologizing to do. No. I have a lot of apologizing to do. To everyone. I’m not going to hide up here in my apartment. I have to face the music.” He says resolutely. He puts on a dark blue eye patch to match his clothes and looks himself over in the mirror. He looks handsome with his inky black hair slicked back and olive-toned face freshly shaven. As we walk into the dining room a hush falls over the crowd. I give Bronx’s hand a reassuring squeeze and he leads us to the front of the room. He stands in front of our table and faces the dining room. He looks out over our pack, takes a deep breath, and eats crow. He fully admits that he got carried away with trying to protect me and he was wrong. He assures everyone that things will be different moving forward
On Thursday, James calls Marco. Marco puts it on speaker and listens while James tells him to bring me to his house for training. They want to teach me more about hand-to-hand combat in small spaces. Two against one. “James, have you cleared this with your mate? Three wolves performing hand-to-hand combat inside your home... your home where your pacifist mate also lives, I mean?” I ask, skeptical of this plan. “Yeah, Delilah’s totally fine with it. She understands now that you need to know more than just how to block and escape holds. Plus, she said if we break anything it gives her an excuse to use my bonus money to go shopping. Speaking of which, she said to bring your change of clothes. You can shower at our place and then go on this shopping trip with her when we are done.” I laugh out loud. “Okay, will do.” Marco and I make our way to James and Delilah’s little house. I go to knock on the door, but it’s already cracked open. I look at Marco who shrugs and unholsters his pistol
My mouth drops. “I-is this the entire dress shop?” “Yes dear, your fiancé said you were a little nervous about other customers in the shop seeing some burn scars, so he paid for me to close the shop for the day and bring everything here. That way you’re in the privacy of your own home. Who am I to say no if Bronx Mason personally calls and says he is getting married? This is a beautiful mansion by the way, so many employees!” “Oh, thank you, ma’am. They're like family. I can't imagine what we would do without them.” I say still in awe as I look around my living room. She is clearly human, so we can’t let on that we’re werewolves. I'm not sure why she is so impressed by Bronx personally calling, but he is well aware that I don't care anymore if people see my scars. It's just a cover story. I am more comfortable with my body nowadays, but it is such a sweet gesture by him. Now I don’t have to have anxiety over the real reason I was worried about going to her shop. I don’t even want to
Marco's POV I'm so proud of my Luna. We've been training her for almost three months and she could, like, seriously be an assassin if she wanted to. She doesn't have a cold heart for that kinda shit though. And no way Alpha Bronx would let her do that kind of work anyway. Anyway, she’s doing so well now that James and I both get Sundays off as long as she doesn't have to leave the packhouse. Honestly, even if she did, she can defend herself, but ain't no way either of us would let her be put in that position. She does her best to try to stay in on Sundays unless it’s real important. She cares about us like that. James tags in for his shift around eleven-thirty on Friday night and I head out. My buddies convinced me to go to a strip club that caters to werewolves. I'm not all into that kind of club, but there's only so much COD a guy can take. The club is loud and smokey. Tyree hooked us up with a VIP booth. Everyone here knows we're Blood River, so they give us a bit of extra space
We run through a maze of hallways and stairwells until we reach a random door. She pulls a key out of her pocket, unlocks it, and pulls me inside. We're in a small, modern studio suite. She locks the door behind her and pulls me over to the loveseat. “Please, sit. Umm, they told me your name is Marco?” Her voice warms me from the inside out, but she doesn’t have a French accent. She is from somewhere else. Sitting down, I reach my hand out and take hers, I gently tug on it to get her to sit down too. She sits facing me. Her dark, wide set eyes are hypnotyzing. I could drown in those pools of chocolate and be perfectly happy doing so. She is so damn beautiful. ”Uh, yeah, Marco Sanchez. I heard them call you Musu?” “Yes, I’m Musu Goba.” Her full lips smile shyly. I notice she is wearing lip gloss, making them that much more enticing. I want to feel her lips on mine so badly, but I control myself. My heart is pounding in my chest and Clash is racing around in my head like a maniac. “
Marco's shoulders drops at Bronx's words, but if he had been looking straight ahead, instead of at the floor, he would have seen Bronx’s body language betraying his stern voice. I clear my throat and try to sound serious. "Marco, first and foremost. You drew a weapon on your Alpha and my mate. Regardless of the circumstances, we expect better of you. When we get back to Blood River, you and Alpha Bronx will have a private conversation about the consequences of that action." Marco's eyes flick toward me and back to the ground with a quick nod. "Yes, Luna." “Aside from that, we’re so happy you've found your mate. Alpha Bronx and I have discussed the matter with Alpha Martin and have decided on the best way to handle this.” I pause when he looks at me expectantly. His brow is furrowed with worry. “Marco, Musu's parents and her twin brother Beta Everl are waiting for you downstairs in the front sitting room. You are to go ask their permission for their daughter to accompany us back to
Once we settle in on the flight, we all get to get to know Musu better. She is originally from Sierra Leone. Her mother is Beta Pierre’s second chance mate. So Musu moved to Lune D’or when she was thirteen. Her accent is so elegant, it’s almost hypnotizing. She tells us how much she has traveled internationally and how much she has enjoyed it. “I have a question. How many languages do you speak exactly?” Delilah asks out of curiosity. “I speak seven languages. Krio, English, French, Cantonese, Farsi, Dutch, and Greek. I love linguistics. I find that I’m able to catch on to new languages quickly.” Musu proudly marks off the count with her fingers. I notice Marco admiring his mate, but he has a concerned look on his face. If I had not spent so much time with him, I probably would not have noticed the subtlety. Hearing about Musu’s diverse background and love for languages sparks an idea in my mind. I tuck the thought away for later. She is a charming woman who is a wonderful storytel