Forever In The Past And Forever In The Future By Neener Chapter 66
The next day, Bronx decides he wants to go downstairs for dinner.
“Are you sure, Sweetheart? The doctor said you need to take it easy for another few days,” I ask as he
is putting on a button-down shirt.
“Yeah Baby. I have some apologizing to do. No. I have a lot of apologizing to do. To everyone. I’m not
going to hide up here in my apartment. I have to face the music,” he says resolutely. H e puts on a dark
blue eye patch to match his clothes and looks himself over in the mirror. He looks handsome with his
inky ck hair slicked back and olive toned face freshly shaven.
As we walk into the dining room a hush falls over the crowd. I give Bronx’s hand a reassuring squeeze
and he leads us to the front of the room. He stands in front of our table and faces the dining room.
He looks out over our pack, takes a deep breath, and eats crow. He fully admits that he got carried
away with trying to protect me and he was wrong. He assures everyone that things will be different
moving forward and that I will be more involved in pack rted decisions moving forward. Then he
apologizes to everyone formanding them to treat me poorly. He publicly asks everyone to go back
to loving and respecting me the way that he knows they do. He promises to do better because that is
what the pack deserves before he thanks everyone for their loyalty and sits down.
There are cheers around the room and some of the children run up to hug me. I kneel down and hug
each and every one of them back. It is the best feeling knowing that things are going back to normal.
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I went from being overwhelmed by nning a wedding by myself to being overwhelmed by the number
of people who want to help. By the end of February, just about everything is nned. The Summer
Solstice celebration will be part of our wedding. So instead of just the Blood River pack, there will be a
ton of other people there, leaders from packs around the world, Elder Council members, and even
witches from the Coven will be invited.
Reggiemits to having the new packhouse rebuilt by the beginning of June so we would be ready
for the influx of visitors. Ashley helps mee up with decorations, flowers, and ce settings. If she
ever wanted to switch careers, she could totally be an event nner. She is so good at reminding me
of all the things I need to consider. No detail is left untouched. 1
The housekeeping omegas alsoe up with a cute idea of renting tents for people who want a more
outdoorsy experience during their stay. There is plenty of room in the field behind the The staff says
they are more than happy to make the campsites and keep them supplied with firewood, snacks, and
cooking supplies, etc. They even tell me it will be easier than cleaning the rooms every day. If it’s easier
on them, I am all for it.
Mrs. Miller is a rockstar too. She feels so bad about having kicked me out of the kitchens that now she
is bending over backwards to help mee up with the menus, specialty drinks, foods to supply
guests out in the tents or suites. We take inspiration from all over the ce, each meal from a different
part of the world. The wedding reception will feature Beef Wellington. She and I research recipes and
perfect cooking techniques at a blistering pace. Bronx doesn’t seem to mind. Probably because he gets
to taste test everything. Delh offers t o help Mrs. Miller with the cake but wants to keep the details a
surprise, so I knew that was going to be amazing too.
The entire pack refuses to let me worry about anything. The one thing they can’t help me with is a
dress. Every time I think about it, I get anxious. Even if my vision can’te true, what if a different
wolf tries toe after me? I know Ryan is dead, his body is still in the morgue but Silver Moon
refuses toe to Blood River to retrieve his body, so he will stay there indefinitely. Bronx says it is not
our responsibility to give him a proper burial or ceremony. 5
I even start the cooking sses I had promised to Marco. I thought there would be three or four of his
friends, but there are over twenty single warriors in attendance at the first session. I t turns out, Marco
had let all his friends know and they jumped at the chance to learn from their Luna. Every week, I teach
them a new simple, healthy entree, and sometimes we add in a dessert too. I had no idea how messy
cooking could be until I try to teach a bunch of men whose hands are way too big for the utensils. They
may be masters of precision when ites to de skills in battle, but apparently chopping green
peppers was a different story. 1
It’s March tenth. I have the phone in my hand and I just need to hit the little green dial button, but I can’t
bring myself to do it. Bronxes into the living room and plops down behind me.
“Whatcha doin, Baby?” he asks as he pulls me down onto hisp and runs his fingers through my hair,
making me purr.
“I have to make an appointment to pick a dress. I just get so scared every time I try to dial the number. I
can’t hit the call button,” I frown looking at my phone screen.
“Here, let me see your phone,” he says and holds out his hand and giving me a sympathetic smile.
Naively, I hand him the phone.
up, hits the call button, and runs into the bedroom. When I realize what he’s doing, I jump up to follow
him but he already has the door locked. 3
“Bronx! What are you doing?!” How embarrassing that my fiancé would need to make my appointment
for me. I can only imagine how many guards he was going to send with me ‘just i n case’.
The bedroom door cracks open and I see Bronx’s green eye looking at me, “Baby, what color did you
say you want the girls to wear?”
“Olive green, why? Wait! Bronx, what are you saying to them?!” but he shuts the door in my face
instead of answering me. I growl and pound once on the door, then sit on the sofa to pout.
Fifteen minutester, he tosses the phone on the sofa and plops down again. He sees me pouting and
pulls me onto hisp, nuzzling my neck.
arthey’re going to call Delh with the details. She’ll have James and Marco take you to your
appointment.”
“Ugh. Okay, but when?” I whine.
“I don’t want to tell you because I don’t want you to chicken out. Don’t worry, Delh will tell you. She
will make sure you’re there on time,” he gives me that smirk that infuriates me and turns me on at the
same time.
I pull him toward me by the cor and snarl at him with a little smile of my own, “If you keep smiling at
me like that, I’m going to make you feel like a weak old wolf, Bronx Mason.”
“Is that a promise, Kas Latmus?” He leans in and whispers in my ear.
“Mmhmm,” I reply, my growl turning into a purr. At that, he scoops me up and takes me into the
bedroom. We spend the rest of the afternoon making each other giggle, moan, and ultimately making
Bronx feel like a weak old wolf.