Her Savior. His Princess.

My Blessings

After Bianca went to take a shower and change, I made my way to the kitchen, I figured she might want some food. So I cooked. And Ramirez made grunting noises from the hallway. He was the only one that usually liked my cooking. I can’t really cook well but Ramirez will eat just about anything. He’s not a glutton or anything, he simply has a fast metabolism. 

It smelled like something was burning. I really can’t cook. I mean, I did grow up on a bad side of town, so I didn’t have anyone to teach me. I guess not everyone is perfect. Except maybe her. Bianca walked out, and holy hell. If I’m counting my blessings, she is definitely one of them.

That dress... it’s a simple one. But it’s also one that was made specifically for a Luna. I had hoped she would pick it. The dress only went to her knees but the Golden material glimmered, demanding attention. But not too much. Just enough that people respect her. The neckline goes about halfway down her chest and stops with a crescent moon between her breasts. It has straps, but thin ones. The shoes she chose make me love her even more. Silver running shoes.

Her hair was still damp, therefore it was now a darker dirty blonde color. She still looked beautiful, her silver eyes taking in the sight of me cooking. Then I sensed it. Zoe. She’s back too!

Cortez is jumping with joy, and I can sense how happy Zoe is too. It makes me feel whole again. I’ve almost forgotten about the blue wolf Jackie and I almost ran over. Bianca makes me so happy. Her middle names suit her. Luz-Bella. Because she is my beautiful light. She when she speaks, my heart nearly stops.

“Are you cooking?” She asks and I see Ramirez next to her, trying to keep his cool and not laugh. I shoot him a glare but that doesn’t stop him. In fact, he chuckles.

“Trying to.” Is my response and she smiles at me. Then I remember something. When we first met. She clearly has a thing for music. “Hey, you like music, right?” She nods, though her eyes hold some wariness. I wonder why she seems to be worried about everything I’m giving her. I want her to be happy.

I smile at Bianca and walk over to a screen built into the wall by the entrance of the kitchen. I didn’t miss the way Bianca moved as if I made her uncomfortable. The way she looked at me hurt, like she hadn’t fully started trusting me yet.

With one click of a button, Best I Can by American Authors & Seeb started playing. I was right to assume she would like this song. Because almost instantly, her eyes lit up and she started dancing. Her dancing was perfect and I know Ramirez enjoyed it too because honestly, the man was looking at her like some proud father. And even more shocking? He started to dance as well.

Luckily, he wasn’t dancing with her, like, too close. Ramirez knows the limits for being near a mated she-wolf. She grabs his hands and soon I’m laughing my ass off. Bianca laughs as she spins Ramirez and the big guy rolls with it.

Normally, I would be jealous right now but she looks so happy. I don’t want to upset her by interrupting her dance with someone she has grown so fond of so fast. I need to let her trust me naturally, and getting scary possessive isn’t the way to do that.

So, I go back to the food, sneaking a few glances at them. Bianca does love music, you can tell by the way she lit up when it started playing. A life sparked in her eyes that I loved seeing. It takes about ten minutes before we have lowered the volume of the music and sat around the table. 

As expected, my food tastes horrible, but I’m the only one that seems to notice. Bianca smiles at me and my heart almost stops seeing her beautiful smile. 

“It’s really good,” she says, her smile still there and... my heart skips a beat. 

“Bianca? Are you crying?” Tears are welling up in her eyes and she is clearly not trying too hard to hide them. “Why are you crying?” I ask when Ramirez gives me a look of ‘of course she is crying, dumbass’.

She wipes her eyes, sniffling and catching her breath. For a moment I start to worry that my cooking is so bad it makes her cry. “It’s the best tasting food I’ve had in a long while.”

I exchange a glance with Ramirez and his expression is unreadable. But I can guess he is probably just as concerned and upset as me. If my cooking was the best she’s tasted, just how poorly did they treat her? 

I had to stop myself from growling at that thought. I would get my revenge on them later. For now, I had an angel to care for. "You can eat as much as you want, love."