Chapter 12: My Junk

My eyes slowly open and meet Leo’s baby blues as he sucks on my painful breast. I’m lying on my side, and he’s feeding on the left but the right somehow feels more sore than the one getting violated.

I wonder if someone warned me about this part of being a mom. And Momo’s quick healing is even useless in this situation.

I ignore the nurse sitting in a chair watching Lila playing in the bassinet. I just stare at Leo for a few seconds, too tired to even panic properly. His little hand is resting against my stomach, his eyes blinking as he feeds, completely peaceful while I’m lying here wondering when the hell I learned how to do this.

The nurse notices that I’m awake and looks over. “Good afternoon.”

“Hi,” I mumble, then look back down at Leo.

He keeps sucking like he has no idea I'm having an existential crisis above him. My hand moves over his back without me thinking about it, and he settles even more against me.

“Alpha Trojan said you should go eat once you’re awake,” the nurse whispers. “But I think you should empty the right breast also.” She gives me a pitiful smile.

“I think so too,” I say with a nod.

At this point, it would be foolish not to accept my new reality and just try to regain my memories without alarming anyone else into thinking I’m crazy. I don’t even know, or rather remember, my children’s nurse’s name.

Moon Goddess, I’ll probably end up in a mental home.

‘That’s not what you were thinking when Alpha Trojan was i—’ Momo starts inside my head.

I cut her ass off before she can finish, ‘Shut up.’

“I can get you some food while you feed Lila,” the nurse offers.

I shake my head against the pillow. “No, I’ll go when Lila is done.”

She nods and settles back into the chair. “Alright, Luna.”

I blink as heat rises up my neck at being called that. I don’t even know if I should correct her. Because my ass will probably be out as soon as Trojan meets his mate.

Momo snorts. ‘Not unless he rejects her.’

I roll my eyes. I can’t wish that on another person. I remember how hurt I was when Marlon rejected me for Marcus. I walked around in limbo for two whole weeks, all while enduring Marcus and his minions.

Leo eventually slows down, and I carefully shift him away from my breast. He makes a tiny offended noise that has me looking down at him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I whisper. “You just emptied me out.”

The nurse laughs quietly as I adjust my shirt and sit up. My entire body protests the movement, and I have to pause for a second before getting out of bed.

I pick up Lila from the bassinet and settle her against me. She immediately starts rooting, and I stare at her. “Seriously?”

The nurse smiles. “She’s been surviving on a bottle since morning. She hates it.”

I bet she does. She latches onto my breast as soon as she gets those chubby hands on it. I almost laugh when her eyes go wide, probably at the taste of heaven.

Once she’s finished, I hand her over to the nurse. She burps her and places her back in the bassinet beside her brother. They both look so peaceful that it feels wrong to leave them, but my stomach chooses that exact moment to growl loudly.

“Do they always sleep in a bassinet?” I ask as I get off the bed.

The nurse frowns and shakes her head. “No. In the nursery. You wanted them here last night.”

I stop for a second and look at her. She probably thinks I’m a moron now.

“Yeah.” I clear my throat. “I forgot.”

I don’t wait for her reply as I rush to the bathroom. I take a quick shower and find a pair of clean shorts, a tee, and a bra put on the counter. Moon Goddess, I wanted to get away from her so fast that I forgot clean clothes.

I pull on the clothes and leave the bathroom, giving the twins one last look before walking toward the door.

My stomach growls again. “Okay, okay. I'm coming.”

I head downstairs, following the smell of food and hoping nobody decides to ask me what happened this morning before I get something in my stomach. And to my misery, Marcus is the one making food, with Marlon sitting at the kitchen bar.

Marlon turns to me as soon as I enter, his eyes going wide. “Billie,” he says on a high note.

Marcus shoots him a nasty glare before looking back at me. “I was hoping the vampires would’ve sucked you dry.”

“Aren’t they allergic to werewolf blood or something?” I shoot back without thinking. “I mean I know you’re stupid but I didn’t think you were dense.”

Marlon chuckles, earning himself a piece of hot bacon in the face. He flinches in pain and slaps it off.

Well, at least it wasn’t thrown at me.

I cautiously walk to the fridge, taking out a tray of eggs and a packet of sausage. I put them on the counter and go back for cheese and bread spread. I feel like I haven’t eaten in days.

Marcus is frowning in my direction when I turn back. “At this rate, you won’t lose that extra junk.”

“Your dad likes my junk,” I mutter.

Alpha Trojan clears his throat at the entrance. I gasp as the butter slips out of hand and hits the tile.