Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future by Neener Beener chapter 20

Kas’s POV

Bronx looks like a swamp monster as he walks towards me with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. I stand up when I see him, putting my hands over my mouth with a little gasp.

We make eye contact. With all the mud, I can’t read his expression, but I can feel his pain. Not physical pain, emotional pain.

“I need you, ” he growls as he walks past Milo and Lenora. He leans over, wraps his muddy arms around my waist, and picks me up. He doesn’t even break his stride. He just keeps walking. There’s a squishing sound where his skin contacts my clothes.

Welp, I guess this outfit is done for.

After listening to everything Milo and Lenora just told me, I had no idea what reaction to expect when Bronx got back, but it certainly wasn’t being thrown over the shoulder of a swamp monster.

“Uh, bye guys. Thanks for the talk,” I wave at Milo and Lenora. They wave back with confused looks on their faces.

“Want to tell me what’s going on, Bronx? ” I ask as he climbs the stairs.

He just grunts as he carries me, wrapping his arms around my legs in a tight bear hug up the stairs to the fifth floor. Instead of going to my suite, he opens the door to his apartment and kicks it closed behind him. He carries me all the way to his bedroom and sits me on the edge of the bed. Instead of sitting up and looking at me, he lays his muddy head next to my hip, his heavy, muddy chest is in my lap, and his arms still tightly around my waist.

I smooth his muddy hair as he silently holds on to me as if his life is depending on it. I can feel his emotions, he feels tormented.

Maybe his life does depend on it? I feel helpless seeing him like this.

talk to me. Please. Whatever it is, I’ll listen,

happens next, silent

eyes grow wide. Uhh, what? He’s crying? Now I definitely don’ t know what

slide off the bed, into his lap, and lean against him. He puts his head against my shoulder and continues to cry. He shakes his head back and forth as he sobs. His whole chest heaves as he whimpers and tries to catch his breath. We sit like this for some time until he starts to calm down. It’s clear this reaction isn’t just because of witches. This is built up stress that he’s been holding on to for a long time. I feel a twinge of guilt knowing I am part of that

look at his face. Like a big baby, he won’t look at me. He lifts his face to the ceiling, stopping me from seeing his tears but it’s my turn to wipe tears away. Well, tears and mud, but you get the idea. I press on his chin gently, pushing his face down so he is looking at me square

him with no eyepatch. At first glance, it was a bit jarring to see a long vertical scar where an eye should be. The thought of his scar is fleeting as I look into his eye and see

cheek, “Please don’t hide

shit onto you, Kas. You’ve been through enough. This is my burden and mine alone. I just -I don’t know what to do with it. The biggest threat I’ve ever sworn to protect my pack from is witchcraft. After what I went through when I was in the military, I’ve fought tooth and nail to keep witches and other creatures off of my territory. That bitch didn’t just take my eye. She took part of my liver and almost killed me.

safe.”

thing, is exactly what I have fought so hard against for years, ” his voice is shaky as his lip trembles, ” I don’t know what to do Kas. I need to do what’s best for you but I also need to do what’s best for the pack, and right now those things

regardless of what

squishes his muddy head into the crook of my neck and takes a deep shaky breath. I let him stay like

smells like nothing but mud, ” I joke, trying to lighten the mood. I ‘m also trying to stall until

fresh rain and lilacs. Oh, what do I smell like to you?”

a mochaccino, ” I giggle. He laughs a

time, just talk to me. Especially if you or Saint are mad. I ‘m your mate. I’m not as fragile as you think I

is you and me as a team. I’m here to support you in all things and if I’m going to be Luna someday, it’s also my responsibility to keep the pack safe. We can talk through these sorts of things if you just speak to me instead of walking away. Besides, I would never want you to make a decision that would be bad for the pack. More importantly, it’s not up to you to make decisions like this on my behalf. We can talk through the pros and cons and decide what

to say something in anger that would push you away or make you think you did something wrong, ”

any second. Yes, I still have a lot of healing to do, but I ‘m working on it. Who knows, maybe I’ll never be fully over all the crap I’ve endured, but I know it was in the

and look him straight in the eye as I slowly pull him toward me until our lips touch. Lex is going bonkers in my mind as I pepper his lips with little kisses, each kiss a little longer than the last. I

more passionate. He adjusts his arms so my entire body was pressed closer to him. I feel him growing harder against my butt. I’m sure he can smell