Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future by Neener Chapter 11

Kas’s POV

I wake up to see it’s nighttime. I ‘m pretty sure the bed I’m in is the softest bed in the world. The scent of coffee and dark chocolate fills my senses and for the first time in forever, I feel completely relaxed. Happy little sparks shoot around my body. I realize I am cradled in a large man’s arms, like a kid with a teddy bear. He’s so tall that I feel like a little kid next to him. My face is against his t -shirt, breathing in his intoxicating scent.

I’m too short to look up to see his face from my position, but I already know it’s Alpha Bronx Mason. I start to feel panic try to rise in my chest, but Lex gently pushes it back down.

Enjoy this moment, Kas, ” she whispers when she feels me starting to struggle, “He is your He isn’t going to hurt you.”

“We don’t even know him, Lex. He could be dangerous.“

“Oh, shush it. He’s not dangerous while he’s sleeping. He doesn’t have a knife or anything. Just relax. Please, give this a chance.“

I take a deep breath letting his scent calm me. He’s softly snoring, so I know he isn’t going to catch me staring at him. He’s so muscular that his t-shirt stretches tight against his broad chest. Now that he’s in a t-shirt, I see his arms are covered with tattoos just like his neck and the backs of his hands. I try to adjust my position so I can get a better look at his face. I want to see if he is wearing his eye patch.

Okay, so I actually want to see what’s under the eye patch. What can I say? I’m curious. As I move, he rolls over on his side

toward me. I ‘m pretty sure his heavy arms are going to crush me.

I tap on his forearm softly to wake him up or at least get him to roll back off of me. It works but not the way I am hoping because his eye slowly opens, then he jolts up, and falls off the bed with a hard crash. I look over the side of the bed, wincing, and realize he landed on a chair, smashing it to bits.

“I -I’m so sorry. I fell asleep. I don’t remember getting in bed. I – I…didn’t…I…” he stammers as he speaks. He looks at me with eye as wide as a saucer.

of my own. My voice is dry and scratchy, “I didn’t

He’s breathing hard and

him finally hits him, “I’m so glad you

the floor beside the bed. He turns on

me out of a dead sleep, is the best

decide how I feel,

I’ll get you water, ” he scrambles up and pushes the pieces of the broken chair out of the way.

the edge of the bed and watches me drink

glass down on the nightstand and clear my throat. It feels much better

“Do you want more?“

to avert his gaze. He is looking at me with anticipation. I ‘m not sure what else to say. I might as well figure out what is

I may

with a relieved smile, “You’re in the Blood River packhouse.

have I been here?” “About four

tiny, trying to fight back tears. I look down letting my hair cover my face so he can’t see. Now that I’m awake, he’s either

Right?

want to go back to

don’t want to stay here to be a prisoner

I

he sounds shocked. I look up to see he

can’t force you to,” he reaches to take my hand but stops himself and pulls it back