Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 92

Bronx’s POV

I feel so fucking helpless.

Just like they always do, the doctors say to just let her sleep.I should be able to do more, be able to help my mate.I’m her Guardian, right? They tell me I was made for her.Sitting here holding her hand while she sleeps in a hospital bed is not helping her.

There is no way this is what I was made for.This can’t be the type of help they mean.

"Come on, Kas.Please wake up, Baby.Please," I whisper when I brush her sparkly gray bangs out of her face.

She looks so still and peaceful, but it is distressing at the same time.I never know what's going through her head.

She hides twice as much as she shares with the world, even me.I know she thinks she is protecting everyone by keeping her emotions locked down.

There is so much from her past she holds on to.I try to respect that.I can’t take it away from her, but there is so much future to look forward to if she would just allow it.I look up at the clock, two-thirty a.m.

She lost consciousness around seven p.m. but didn’t go Code Violet.She just seemed really overwhelmed and passed out once we got her away from the ballroom.I knew I shouldn’t have let her heal me.It took too much out of her.

This is my fault.

I would give this fucking eye back a hundred times over if she would just wake up and tell me she’s okay.I press my lips to the back of her hand and let the sparks of our mate bond reassure me she’s there and as she's as good as she’s going to get for now.I just need to be patient.

Not my strong suit.

Saint’s either.

I lay her hand back on the mattress and lean back in the chair.

Anyone that would walk in would probably think I’m a creep for staring at her like this, but I can’t take my eyes off of her.

What if she wakes up? Anything could happen if I turn my eyes away.I rest my elbow on the arm of the chair and lean my head against my fingers.

Cora is going to die soon, less than two years for sure.

That means Kas is going to have a pup.

That pup is going to be Cora? It doesn’t make sense.

Did Zeus know this was Kas’s fate? Is that why he promised her a baby? Was it basically a double cross on a desperate woman? I can feel my temper surge when Saint understands my line of thinking.He doesn’t care if it's the God of Thunder, either.

If someone thinks they are going to trick our mate, they can answer to me.

giving birth to her sister is her fate, it's fucked up, but there’s nothing

that mean I won’t get to be a

you think of Cora as your adopted pup, we could consider you a

going from

times.I guess I never thought of it as being her dad," he stops pacing

go, buddy.If nothing else, you have Cora,"

about you?"

Interesting question.

resting in the

that is her fate, I will accept.It is what

of doubt in the back

never

could

silence of the room.I look up to see Mom

told me she called

driving to the Denver airport to

handle things on my own, but I’m sure Mom insisted on coming back since they hadn’t gotten on a plane yet.I stand up and

a hug.I oblige by wrapping my arms around her and picking her up, letting myself breathe in her comforting pine and cedar scent.I only let her go

"Oh, Honey!"

a good look at me.She grabs both sides of my face and admires my new features,

at the consequences," I wave my hand into the room

room and her face darkens a

Bronx, I’m sure she would have kept on you about it until you caved," she says, looking mournfully into the room, "Maybe there was no avoiding it, just a matter of unfortunate timing.You can’t blame yourself.When

going on.Saint and Lex were really insistent on me

and rest my head on top of hers, "They are also insistent on getting

way to

has his hands on his hips and he looks like he wants to start pacing, but he is

"We were only here for a couple weeks keeping an eye on Codi and things are

saying to let

arm fall off of Mom’s shoulder.He can’t

saying you should consider trying to

matters.You’re in charge and you’re more than capable.Right now, I’m not talking about the Alpha and Luna of my pack.I’m talking about the wellbeing of my

at my parents.I hate to

go up to

need me otherwise I

"Thanks, Mom.Thanks, Dad,"

a kiss on the

look further down the hallway and see Cora sitting in a chair in the dimly lit waiting area.I don’t remember seeing her there when I

statue.I get the sense that time is different for her.Her scarlet eyes watch me expectantly.Her weathered features and sepia toned skin are carved into a naturally calm expression,