Page 78 of Alpha's Unclaimed Mate

“Alpha Dan. It’s why I was able to come here.”

“But my father left two hours ago.”

Her eyes snap up to mine, shooting daggers at me before she drops my hand and walks back to the bags. “One of yournurses called to say you’re refusing to eat hospital food and were spitting out water because you said it was ‘bitter.’”

She hands me a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, thick with pulp—something I’ve always loved.

“Oh! You remembered.” I smile and gulp down the whole glass in one go. My insides absorb the juice like a sponge. “Got any more?”

She quietly refills my glass, her eyes landing on the bandage around my waist. She winces slightly, and a stab of regret pierces me at the sight of her discomfort, a reminder of how much I’ve put her through.

I lean back, watching her. “You know, if all this pampering continues, I might just get used to it.”

She gives me a faint, wry smile. “Well, it’s a good thing you run a pack with seven thousand members. You’ll always have help at hand.”

While I drink the juice, she starts pulling things from the bags and assembling a lunch plate for me. The familiar smell of home-cooked food brings a smile to my face. I have a feeling that Seren made all this herself.

She tries to set the meal tray in front of me, but I push it away. I don’t want to eat alone.

She shakes her head and places it right back, only for me to push it aside again.

She gives me an exasperated look and is halfway through setting the tray back when I bend to push it away, inadvertently pulling at the stitches on my side.

“What the hell,” she whispers, holding back the tray as she sits in front of me, exhaling sharply. “You picked a great time to be a child.”

“My hands are hurting,” I protest, trying to keep the mood light despite my discomfort. “You want me to eat by myself?”

With a roll of her eyes, she sits beside me and sets the plate in front of us.

My eyes water and a wave of nostalgia hits me as I take in the contents of my plate. It’s almost a perfect replica of what Ella used to pack for our school lunches.

There’s a roast venison sandwich, a couple mini meat pies, carrot sticks, and spicy potato salad. On the side are two chocolate brownies and mini fruit skewers, accompanied by a small jar of honey. A little pouch of peppermints and a couple of lemon drops complete the meal.

“This is…” I trail off, overwhelmed, as she starts adjusting a napkin around the neck of my hospital gown. Her fingers smooth the fabric around my neck, and I’m hyperaware of every little touch.

Her scent is strong in such close proximity.

I notice her lips are close to mine. The plump, glistening buds coated with cherry lip gloss are just an inch or two away from mine.

I’m reminded of our kiss before they put me in the ambulance. Despite the chaos of that day, I have a clear memory of it.

She kissed me like she loved me. And now she brought me this very meaningful lunch.

“I thought you might need a little pick-me-up. Plus, it has all your essential nutrients,” she says. Her warm breath hits my face, and in this tiny space with nowhere to hide, my cock decides to make its presence known.

Heat floods my insides and I try to will it away, but knowing she’s right next to me makes that impossible. Her arm pressed into my side isn’t helping either.

I pull a pillow from behind my back and place it on my lap.

If she notices it, she doesn’t comment. But from the way her blush deepens, I know she knows where my thoughts have been.

She slowly starts feeding me. There’s complete silence between us now. There’s this strange tension crackling between us. I take time to swallow each bite of food. Titan, who has been asleep until now, stirs, urging me to close the distance between us, to show her what words can’t express. Not for him—but for me.

“At least try the fruit skewers. I know you love those,” I suggest, since she’s been refusing to eat anything off of my plate.

She finally picks one up, and with her lips puckered around the base of the stick, she pushes it all into her mouth. I fight to hold back my moan.

Fuck!Everything she does is getting sexualized in my head.

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