Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 82

Bronx’s POV

Instead of an actual training, we have a class scheduled for other packs to understand our training programs. We do a ten-mile warm-up for those who want to participate, then we move onto the presentation. We have a few pack warriors who will be doing some demonstrations while I walk through our programs.

I’m explaining the benefits of rest days where there is only light cardio and stretching when I feel a whisper on my neck. I flinch and look to the right, fully expecting to have to chastise Kas for leaving the packhouse without a guard but she’s not there. I smile to myself as I look at my watch. It’s her meditation hour. She just reached out and touched me. My heart thumps a little harder knowing she is thinking about me.

“Okay, now can we go see our mate? She wants to see us,” Saint begs. He doesn’t understand why we have to spend a full day apart when she is inside our apartment.

“No, Saint. Later this evening. You and Lex will get to spend time together, then Kas and I will.”

“Fine,” he huffs and goes to pout in the back of my mind.

After a successful exhibition, we answer questions and offer to provide some of the packs our services through packages we had established through MasonCo. While yes, all packs need to b e able to protect themselves and have strong warriors and security systems, Blood River is not a charity. We head back to Milo’s apartment to get ready. I’m in the bathroom shaving when I hear a knock at the front door. Milo calls me to come out. He is seriously interrupting me right now?

I sigh and put down the razor. I grab a towel, it’s on the smaller side, so it doesn’t fit all the way around my waist. I have to hold it with one hand with part of my ass hanging out. I make my way to the living room, “Milo, I’m getting ready, what’s so important that you need to interru-” I stop in my tracks as I come out of the bathroom, I realize Carly is standing there with a gift box. That’s right, my assistant is standing in the living room and I’m in a damn towel. Not even a whole towel, half a towel with my ass hanging out. 2

“Uh, hi Carly,” I say, rubbing my hand on the back of my neck. I can feel a blush on my face.

Of course, they would think i t would be funny. James looks very uncomfortable, like he wants to laugh but knows he shouldn’t. We have become much closer since our

“Alpha, I

box. It looked big enough to be a bow

Carly bows and turns to leave as quickly

turn back around, just called from the doorway before closing it, “Beta Lenora said she would do it

I turn around and face my Beta and Gamma who are wiping tears

and feel a little shifting inside. I toss it to Milo, “I’m gonna finish shaving and PUT SOME CLOTHES ON. Then

Alpha Bronxy,” Milo salutes, still giggling

and undershirt on. No sense in putting

velvet with small silver olive leaves attached to either side where the elastic strap connects to the patch. It is stunning. I flip it over to put it on. I see a small word embroidered into the silk liner. ‘Forever’. I rub my finger over the word and smile before I slip the patch on

is nice, Bronx. Best one yet,” Milo gives

me without one. It’s one of the few things I’m self-conscious about.

I can have one. I look out onto the pack territory with a sense of calm. I think about how I get to share all this with Kas, officially now. This and the private little haven I bought for her in Paris. I

Henri join

the photographer comes in to get a ton of photos. He is leaving to head

I would hate