Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Bronx's POV

For the first time in months, Saint is at peace. Quiet and settled. It’s a relief to not have to constantly be battling him for control. Not being influenced by his rage.

After speaking with my therapist and several doctors, I decide to willingly stay in the hospital wing for a week for intensive treatment and to start medication to keep him stable. Kas has forgiven me. She is still upset with Saint, but she still loves him. She is willing to work on rebuilding their relationship. I don't know how she does it, but I can feel she genuinely means it. It’s going to take a lot longer for me to forgive myself.

Kas comes every morning for a therapy session with me. She brings homemade croissants and coffee with her. She holds my hand and listens intently at my darkest secrets. Things that I would never imagine telling her before.

Things I have done that live in the darkest corners of my soul. She tells me what she needs from me and I tell her what I need from her in return. Honest open conversations.

The last day, the doctor gives me several prescriptions that I will need to take every day and has me make follow up appointments. Then she lets me leave early so I can surprise Kas and have breakfast with her. I collect my things and head up to the apartment. Marco is at the end of the hallway. I walk past the door and approach him. “Marco, thank you and I’m sorry. Kas wouldn't be here today if it wasn’t for you. I know I[ have a lot of work to do to win back your trust. I assure you, you will never be put in that position again,” I say as I shake his hand.

“Out of respect, Alpha, there’s a lot I’m going to keep to myself right now. But like I told Gamma Reggie, no thanks needed. The Luna is my priority. I take that seriously. I'm just glad I could be there when she needed me the most.” I give him a salute, then turn back to my apartment. It is only six-thirty in the morning. All the lights are still out. My little mate rarely gets out of bed before seven a.m.I drop my bag by the door and head into the bedroom. Kas is sleeping on top of the regular bedding but under her old green and gray striped blanket.

I sit on the edge of the bed and admire her. Her fresh rain and lilac scent is stronger than ever. Her sparkly silver hair shines in the morning light that is starting to peek through the window. She looks so peaceful. I still feel like a shithead for letting Saint take over and lose control. How could I ever want to hurt this beautiful woman? :‘

ear. Her eyes flutter open and she rolls over to

my neck and pulls me down toward her. “I love you, Kas. I love you so much,” I whisper in

you too, Sweetheart,” she whispers back. Her soft lips kiss my neck, making me shiver, “but don’t just tell me.

eye, “Kas, after everything you-” “Stop

shirts. I lift it gently above her head and toss it on the floor. I

up and let my clothes fall to the floor. I look over her beautiful body laying fully exposed to me on the bed. Her eyes look me up and down. She takes extra time to reach for my cock, giving it

on either side of me.I lean forward and use my hands to caress her. From her calves up to the outer part of her thighs, I brush my fingers lightly against her soft skin, making her shiver with a little giggle. I

massage her all the way up. Her eyes close and she sighs at the touch. I kiss the inside of her thighs working my way up to her dripping pussy. I lick around her folds as I slowly push a finger inside her and start

it feels so good,”

her hips off the bed. I start to feel her muscles tighten around my finger. I keep the same pace but press my thumb against her clit and start to massage gently. Kas’s legs start to pull together as her orgasm builds, I move my free arm under her leg and pull her by the hips so she can’t escape my face against her as she wraps her legs around my head. Her moans intensify while I dart my tongue in and

whines of desire. I slowly work my

hard cock. She brings a hand down

you want me, Kas. After everything I've done. For all the reasons you have to run away from me, please tell me you want me,” I look her in the eye. I'm not sure what I really expect her to say at this moment, but

hands on both sides of my face as her eyes shine with tears threatening to spill over, “I love you and I want you. More

like you’re gonna cry, Baby?” I haven't even been home an hour and I already made her cry. How did I fuck up so