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? :‘

near her ear. Her eyes flutter open

and pulls me down toward her.

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

look her in the eye, “Kas, after everything you-” “Stop it, Bronx,” she looks up

off of her and she starts to pull down the waistband of my pants. I look down to see she is only wearing one of my t- shirts. I lift it gently above her head and toss it on the floor. I use my hands to support her head as I kiss her neck, down to her breasts, and start sucking and

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 a gentle brush

From her calves up to the outer part of her thighs, I brush my fingers lightly against her soft skin, making

thighs using my fingers to 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

feels so good,” she moans

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 out of

feel her legs unwrap from around my head and she starts pulling at my shoulders, with little whines of desire. I slowly work my way up her belly,

She brings a hand down and

me, please tell me you want me,” I look her in the eye. I'm not sure what

face as her eyes shine with tears threatening to spill over, “I love you

an hour and I already made her cry. How