Page 50 of Unknowingly Adopting the Alpha
“That doesn’t erase the chance of him using bones—” I sat up suddenly, eyeing him with too big eyes for this stupidly bright morning. “Did you just…say you love me?”
Jeremy, who’d been startled by my sudden movement, was sitting, too, and giving me a secretive smile. It was a slow spreading one. The left side of his lips were a little higher than the right, making it strangely attractive. “I love you, Cass.”
It couldn’t be called crying what I did in response to hearing those beautiful words, not with how I hiccupped and tried to breathe through the emotions. Jeremy’s arms came around me, offering me his quiet support as I worked through my feelings.
No one had ever loved me before. My mother might have, but no one that I could remember. My past relationships were never serious enough, and I’d never loved any of them either.
But Jeremy….
“I love you too,” I hiccupped, hiding my wet face in the crook of his neck. He could deal with some snot and tears.He did love me after all.
“Aww, baby,” he soothed, gently stroking my hair, being careful around my stitches.
We stayed like that, just holding each other as my tears dried out and my stomach began demanding pancakes. It didn’t really say pancakes, but Jeremy didn’t need to know that.
“Here’s your pancakes, baby,” Jeremy gave me a plate stacked high with yummy goodies. I could literally feel drool on my chin just from the scent and look of those perfectly cooked pancakes.
“I can’t believe how lucky I am,” I whispered, taking the pancakes and giving him a beaming smile.
“Neither can I,” he replied, smiling back and joining me on the couch.
I’d missed Jeremy too much from the bedroom while he made breakfast, sobedresthad turned intocouchrestinstead.
“Have you heard from Darius?” I asked, balancing my plate and cutlery on my lap.
“I got a text while flipping the pancakes. Milo is still in his shifted form and understands he needs to stay like that for two to three days, just until the stitches can be removed. We heal faster in our wolf forms. Because the slashes were so deep and combined with his blood loss, it’s best he stays a wolf until Nic says he can shift.”
“I bet Milo hates that,” I chuckled. I didn’t hate Milo, but his choices were confusing to say the least.
“Oh, he does, but it seems Darius has finally gotten through to him. He said as much in his text.”
I knew it still couldn’t be easy for Jeremy, hearing about Darius being with his little brother, but he seemed genuinely happy for them.
“Maybe we can have dinner with them at the diner once Milo and I are allowed to leave our homes?”
“Loren would love that,” he grinned. “Loretta and him weren't able to join our ceremony, so they’ll likely love to congratulate us in person when we come in.”
“And,” I added. “They haven’t seen you in so long, they might be worried you’re starving.” I offered him a piece of my pancakes. Couldn’t have him starving on me.
“I could never starve in your company,” he winked. “I’d just eat you and be sated forever.”
“That eating better be fun for me,” I warned, pointing my fork at him.
“Oh,” he purred. “You’d love it. Trust me on that.”
Damn stupid cockblocking concussion.
“So,” I hedged. “This headache is feeling much better—”
“Nope!” he cut me off, bouncing off the couch. “No funny business until Nic says so.”
Horror filled my veins. “He’s the one deciding when you can claim me? Seriously?”
That would mean no fun for at least three days!
“Dead serious,” he replied, disappearing from view.
Groaning, I got back to my pancakes. At least I could get stuffed by them.
