Ashton:

It worried me that she didn't want to eat, even after her body announced she was hungry.  I felt like I had failed, not catching onto her self-harming earlier. The blood scent on her should've been obvious. 

I headed to the staircase, stretching at the top with Amorette following in my trail. Even on the conditions of why I brought her here in the first place, I couldn't help but feel like I just had the best sleep of my life.

"I swear I'm really not that hungry," She said again, tugging the back of my shirt.

"Well, you're somewhat hungry, which means you want to eat," I retorted.

She huffed and timidly followed as I went to the kitchen.

Who's this?"

"New chick?"

"Did she trespass?"

So many people stared and talked, not making any effort to conceal the fact they were talking about her. 

Silence, she is my mate and knows nothing of our kind yet. Please refrain from making your future Luna uncomfortable I mind linked my pack. 

They responded immediately, averting their stares and going on with their day.

I grabbed two plates and loaded mine with sausage, bacon, and toast. I put a few eggs on Amorettes along with a few strips of bacon. She clung to my arm, not wanting to interact with what to her was a group of strangers. She accepted the plate and followed me to one of the couches in the living room.

When renovating, we knocked down walls that weren't necessary/load-bearing and rebuilt according to our needs. Now the triplex is sectioned off into 3 main categories. The bottom floor is the common area, the 2nd floor is the main sleeping quarters, 3rd is for the Higher-ups of the pack, and the attic is my father's office. The basement is for, well, rouges and traitors.

My dad was probably finalizing peace treaties and agreements with the surrounding packs. We basically traded our lands, and all of the packs were notified. The first week was a busy as hell week, meeting with the surrounding packs and the occasional fellow future alpha.

I heard a small yawn from the side of me and found Amorette taking bits of the cooked egg whites and eating them. She seemed to be enjoying her food, but unsure of something.

****

Amorette:

You have no idea how much I wanted to obliterate that bacon on my plate. I haven't had bacon in like 3 years since I told my dad I didn't like it so he would stop buying the fatty food. So I settled with putting some salt on my sunny side up eggs and eating the whites. I never really liked the yolk, except in scrambled eggs when everything tastes the same. The feeling and taste of yolk in my mouth made me go, well, 'ick'.

I didn't want to wolf all of it down in front of Ashton, and all I could think was how many calories were in this scarcely filled plate of mine. 

Ashton poked my shoulder, so I looked up at his face. 

"You gonna eat those?" He asked, pointing to my bacon. I saw he already cleaned his plate, and was eyeing my food.

I handed half of a piece of bacon to him. He pouted and I giggled at his childishness. Nonetheless, he didn't ask for more and gestured for me to finish my food. I deposited the yellow center on his plate and he looked at me like I was crazy.

"What, I don't like the yolk," I made a face.

"You're a whole different species of human I swear," Ashton laughed, popping a yolk in his mouth.

"You're insane to think that's good".

"What can I say," He smirked.

I know he's going to say something dumb, "You make me un poco loco!," Ashton poorly sang.

I facepalmed, laughing quietly. After my cackling episode, I picked up my final pieces of bacon and ate it, and let me tell you it was heaven. I tugged his shirt to drag him with me to get more bacon. I couldn't help myself and there's no way in hell I'm letting the rest of his family take it all.

Loading my plate a second time, this time grabbing some sausage, I felt happy and confident enough to mimic how the kids ate at school, normally. My taste buds were practically river dancing in happiness. First time I felt full in a while.

A buzz in my pocket interrupted my conversation with Ashton. 

Time to come home, hope they fed you over there.

-Dad

"I have to get going, dad wants me home," I sighed, looking back up at his sculpted face.

"Ill grab a shirt and drop you off".

***

We were walking up my driveway in what to me was an awkward silence, "Welcome to my humble abode?" I shrugged.

Ashton cracked a smile, "Fit for a princess as yourself, I think".

That made me turn a warm red, as my cheeks were red from the cold.

I went up the stairs hurriedly, slinging my backpack over my shoulder, and knocked on the door.

My opened the door with the 'I'm the dad' look, with his arms crossed over his scarred chest from working at the lumberyard.

A/N: Ahaha how will Ashton fair against Papa Bear? And a milestone! Amorette had seconds! MY BABYS EVOLVING IM IN TEARS (Ｔ▽Ｔ) REEEEEEEEEEee

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