Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 9

Bronx’s POV

Mrs. Miller, our head chef, has her staff bring burgers and fries out to the garden gazebo next to the pool. I didn’t even have to ask, she knows it’s my favorite comfort food combination. She even adds a cup of chocolate pudding on my plate like she did when I was a little kid. It all looks and smells delicious, but I have no appetite.

I just feel numb inside. All I can think about is Kas. Her mesmerizing violet eyes that practically glow and her glittery silver hair that she always fusses over, even though I think it always looks perfect. Her sweet laugh that makes my heart beat faster every time I hear it. And the adorable little growl she lets out when she’s frustrated about a recipe she’s testing doesn’t come out the way she wants. What if I never get to see her beautiful face or get to hold her in my arms again? What if I never get to hear that giggle or her melodic voice call my name again? Will the last memory I have of her be losing my temper?

Goddess, help me.

I’m not sure how long I sit there staring at the uneaten food. It may have been five minutes or five hours. Eventually, Milo moves my plate away and sits down beside me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I rub my hands across my face and sigh with a frustrated growl when I feel his hand on my shoulder. I look at the ground, avoiding his gaze. I can’t bear to look him in the eye right now.

“Bronx, we’re gonna find her. You gotta have faith,” he reassures me, “It feels like you're giving up, man. Asking for help is not defeat. Think of it more like pulling together additional troops.”

“Milo’s right. You didn’t feel your mate bond break, and we didn’t feel our pack bond break with Kas.

She’s alive out there, Bronx. We just have to figure out where. Knowing Kas, she is fighting for her life to get back to you,” Reggie chimes in.

I look up at his icy blue eyes when he mentions Kas by name, and he continues, “Reaching out to the human media outlets is the right thing to do. Think about it. After your honeymoon and how successful the bakery has been, everyone knows who she is, anyway. Ashley says the paparazzi have already started theorizing on their websites why she hasn’t been at work all week.” “Cut it out, Reggie. You know she hates that kind of attention,” I sigh helplessly.

No offense, but Kas sticks out like a sparkly silver thumb in a crowd of pinkies. Someone has to know where she is. Once they broadcast your message, everyone will be looking for her. And at this point, the more eyes, the better,” he

to think of this as a battle. For all we know,

for your mate. Your Luna. Our Luna. This is not the warrior Bronx we all know and cower from. You need to get mad. We want the moody, growly, settle for nothing less than perfection, ruthless Alpha leader we know you are, to come back. No one is denying how much you love Kas. We know you're hurting without her.

to be afraid of, because they all know they had better be. Be the powder keg people are worried about standing too close to. Whoever has Kas needs to know you mean business. You need to go out there, kick ‘em in the nuts, and make them shit their pants through the television screen. Make someone call and beg you to take Kas back before the

friend’s worry, but there is also a sternness that he knows I need from my Beta when I am unsure of myself. In their own eccentric way, he and Reggie always know how to give me the best pep talks. I’m

with the pity party. I need to go upstairs and pick out a suit and figure out what I

my boy,” Milo says, clapping me on the back with a huge smile, “Wear one of the eye patches Kas has

did when I

Reggie laughs, “Come on, let's get these dishes back to

collect the plates to take back to the kitchen. I already know I’m going

with electricity.

you feel that?” I ask Milo and Reggie, making sure I'm not going crazy. I feel my fangs and claws extend as Saint reacts to the change as

is a surprise attack. My heart begins pounding in my chest, causing me to

wrong?!” Milo growls, looking around for the

Kas! She’s scared,” I groan, clutching my chest as

whimpers as he paces in my