Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Forever In The Past And Forever In The Future By Neener Chapter 88

Bronx’s POV

Once we get home, we settle back into our regular routines. Most notably, training. In addition to the private defense lessons she still takes with James and Marco, Kas starts joining training sessions with the pack warriors in the mornings too. She’s a firecracker. We quickly find she is too strong to fight with the female warriors. They’re not even a challenge for her after a couple of months. She and Lex are getting stronger by the day. Once we put her in the ring with the male warriors, she’s vicious. Don’t get me wrong. It is hard to watch all those guys put their hands on my mate. It is even more difficult not to step in the ring and attack someone when she takes a hard hit or kick. I do my best to hold myself back. Kas can take down most warriors twice her weight, except for some of the most elite who have been fighting for years. But it is evident even some of them are doomed, it’s only a matter of time a s she learns more techniques. I told her I’m only willing to fight her once she can beat Milo, so that seems to be her goal. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

The day finally comes when she gets to face Reggie. He looks terrified. How the Hell is he supposed to try to beat up a woman who is not only his Luna but also basically his little sister.

“Bronx, don’t make me do this, man,” he calls from the center of the ring. The warriors around the ring giggle and boo at him.

“Do you submit to Kas, Reggie? Cause if you do, Milo’s up!” I call back to him with a smirk.

He looks at Kas who is already in a defensive stance, “Come on Reggie, don’t be a weenie,” she taunts with an adorable little growl.

Laughs and jeers come from around the ring. Reggie just drops his shoulders and looks at her helplessly.

“I’m sorry. You guys can call me what you want but I can’t do that to Kas. I submit,” Reggie says with his hands in the air.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see James and Marco give each other a high five. They should be proud. They have done a great job training her.

“Alright, Beta Milo, looks like it’s your lucky day,” the lead trainer bids Milo into the ring.

Milo, cocky as ever, climbs in with his signature goofy-ass grin and waves to the crowd before facing Kas. The crowd around the ring cheers and beats the mat loudly.

“She’s gonna murder him,” Saint quips happily.

“You think? Ghost is pretty strong, you know.”

“Trust me. I know my mate better than anyone. Besides you, Ghost is my best friend. Lex is stronger,” he confirms.

“Aww, I’m your best friend?” I coo at him.”

“Shut up and watch the beat down, dummy,” he snarls at me.

“Alright, you both know the rules. Fight until there’s a tap out, three-second pin, or knock out, Oh and wolf strength only, no using your abilities, Luna,” the trainer announced, “You both ready?”

Kas nods, completely locked in on her target. She looks like she could rip Milo to shreds without even touching him. I have never seen her look so determined. It’s sexy as Hell.

Milo hops back and forth from one foot to the other and claps as he yells out, “Let’s go little sister!”

The trainer steps out of the way. Kas and Milo stare each other down as they size each other u p. Milo is a foot taller than Kas and more than a hundred pounds heavier than her. He’s not as big as me but

she’s so petite, I’m not sure what her plan of attack is going to be. Kick his kneecaps?

Milo tries toying with Kas. Slapping her with his long reach. The sound can be heard across the ring. Sounds of oohing come from spectators around the ring. I can feel anger rising in my chest. I can’t tell if it is coming from her, Saint, or just me watching someone try to attack my mate. I fight the urge to jump in the ring and stop him as he starts to grapple with her. 1

She is so little she’s able to slip out of all of his holds. Elbowing his ribs, kicking his shins, raking his eyes. All of her moves have to be perfect to make up for her small size. James and Marco have turned her into a true technician when it comes to self-defense. She has no fear and she was able to think on her feet. I can’t wait to see what Francis is able to teach her. Milo gets in a few jabs and body shots, but she isn’t phased.

Milo makes the first big lung

ectly for her midsection. She anticipates and jumps u p, kicking him square in the nose drawing first blood. He drops with a thud after losing his forward momentum and rolls out of the way, preventing her from landing a heel kick between his shoulder blades.

Milo stays crouched and gets his bearings, wiping blood from his nose. He has a huge grin on his face realizing how much of a challenge she actually is as an opponent. Kas inches toward him, trying to gauge his reach and speed. He lunges at her again, now with more power using his wolf strength coming from all fours. He hooks her around the waist like a football tackle, making me flinch. Everyone can see the contact knocks the wind being out of her but before she hits the ground, she’s able to get one arm under his. She uses the backward momentum to her advantage and uses a modified jiu-jitsu throw, arching her back and letting his body roll over hers as she falls. She grunts loudly as she throws his weight to the mat making him land flat on his back with a hard thud, knocking the wind out of him.

He has no time to react as she comes down, she rolls on top of him, straddling her weight directly over his chest with her knees pinning his arms.

She relentlessly starts to punch him as hard as she can over and over. She’s a bit like a Tasmanian devil. She’s so little, she has to lift her weight off of him with every hit to get enough leverage. Each time she raises herself, her knees dig further into the insides of Milo’s biceps, cutting off circulation, making it impossible for him to move his arms up to lift her off or protect himself.

“I taught her that,” Marco says proudly as he claps me on the back. I smile as I watch her smack the actual snot out of Milo. He finally has enough and taps out.

Saint is howling and bouncing off the walls of my mind.

Kas rolls off of Milo onto her back, panting hard, raising her arm in victory. The bystanders cheer her name and howl as they beat the edge of the mat.

I see her lean over to make sure Milo was okay. I hear him say his pride would be bruised for weeks but Ghost was already healing him otherwise.

She sits up and I can see a little blood coming from a cut above her eye. She is still panting and sweating profusely, “Hey Alpha!”

The other warriors quiet down and look at her.

“You’re next. One month from today,” she smiles. She puts two fingers up to her eyes then turns them toward me. She turns to her guards, “James, Marco, we got extra work ahead of us the next few weeks.”

The fighters standing around the ring started howling and oohing at her tenacity. I flash her a smile and a nod as people clap me on the back and shove me. I love this woman.