Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Marco's POV

I'm so proud of my Luna. We've been training her for almost three months and she could, like, seriously be an assassin if she wanted to. She doesn't have a cold heart for that kinda shit though. And no way Alpha Bronx would let her do that kind of work anyway.

Anyway, she’s doing so well now that James and | both get Sundays off as long as she doesn't have to leave the packhouse.

Honestly, even if she did, she can defend herself but ain't no way either of us would let her be put in that position. She does her best to try to stay in on Sundays unless it’s real important. She cares about us like that.

James tags in for his shift around eleven- thirty on Friday night and | head out. My buddies convinced me to go to a strip club that caters to werewolves. I'm not all into that kind of club but there’s only so much COD a guy can take.

The club is loud and smokey. Tyree hooked us up with a VIP booth. Everyone here knows we're Blood River, so they give us a bit of extra space. Three cute girls come over with bottles of liquor. They start pouring shots and pull some of the guys to private rooms.

Tyree and | hang out at the table and catch up on things. Since I've been assigned to the Luna, we haven't been on any security detail together. He works under Beta Milo doing more covert shit. He can only tell me so much about work but he does tell me he found his mate. She lives in another pack and they're working it out so she can move to Blood River.

"That's awesome man!" I clap his shoulder as we both grin.

"Well? What about you? I thought for sure the Latino lover boy would have found his mate by now," He shakes his shoulders at me as he jokes. »°

"I mean, I dated a few girls but nothing serious. I haven't found my true mate yet.

Clash keeps insisting I'll meet her soon but he's been saying it for months now."

“Don’t worry, Marco. You'll find her. The Moon Goddess knows what she’s doing,” he reassures me as a Cute girl with another tray of shots comes over to the table. We party until the club closes and head to our normal all-night dinner for some drunk food before getting a home. All in all, it's a good night.

gets to see her mom. Alpha Bronx joins us, cause he's going to the Lune D'or pack while we're in the witches’ realm. He says ain't no way he's gonna leave his Luna's side anymore and

our guns and knives with pack security at the gate, we get to the castle and an omega shows us to our

get in a quick nap before she and the Alpha go see

about an hour when I hear people walking down the hall. The palace is round shaped which means the hallways are curved. It makes security a pain, but nothing

got this,

he bounces off the

gun, but I don’t unholster it. I don’t want to have to use it here, “This is a temporarily restricted

pastries for the Alpha and Luna,” a woman calls out in a thick

platanos maduros hits my nose. I've never smelled anything so delicious in my life. Not even at my Mama’s house. I feel like my brain is starting to malfunction. 2 The women come around the bend and there she is. An ebony beauty with eyes like dark chocolate, hair in little twists all over her head, and a light blue sundress to set off the beauty of her

pinning her against the wall. I feel Clash take control as he breathes in her scent. : “Mate,” he growls. I try to pull

come to the surface too, as she breathes deep, grabbing me by the front of my shirt

screaming, “STOP

focus on is the bombshell of woman in front

Clash howls. In one quick motion, I drop my left shoulder and spin to

forcefully push the attacker's arms down. The maneuver puts my mate safely behind me with the gun aimed inches from the

green eye, growling dangerously in return. The

his fangs are extended

it's Alpha Bronx.

people, including ranked members from Lune Do'r. I am definitely fucked. | fully bow my head in submission. Alpha Bronx doesn't say another word, he just grabs me by the back of the neck with his claws extended and throws me into his suite. He slams the door behind him, leaving me alone. I wish he would've just snapped my neck

mate away!” Clash howls as he

even

about to be fuckin’ banished, ese! And we in France. | i don't know French. You know any