POV
Stone

Things were still weird six whole months later, Soren and I still didn't what happened the night I ended up marked. Although Soren and I were cordial, it was weird, we were like roommates, except we slept in the same bed, we ate together, we even talked. But it was all wrong. It wasn't real, it wasn't what mates should be. 

Caleb and Cole were not doing good at all either, so I had no room to complain. Cole's pregnancy had come to an early end, I couldn't get the image of my best friend out of my head, he'd woken me and Soren to tell us that Cole was in the infirmary.

It was early one morning when he came to get us, there were huge dried spots of blood on Caleb's skin and clothes. He looked disheveled, his eyes were blown wide and were a drunkard red. He could barely get out what had happened.

We went to the infirmary with him, Caleb thought Soren would be able to comfort an almost catatonic Cole.

Inside the infirmary, Soren went in to see Cole and I stayed with Caleb. He cried once we were alone, and I told him that he could get through it, that he could take off for however long he needed.

The first few days after that day was the worst, Cole's abilities left the pack flooded, trees were down due to lightning strikes, but who had the heart to tell Cole to get his emotions under control. Not I.

So most of the pack was made to stay inside, we were going on our third week inside, and everyone who lived in the packhouse was starting to show signs of irritation. Mostly me and my Dad.

I hadn't allowed Miro control since the whole thing with him and Mya, and being a petty little shit he didn't ask for it, he sat quietly inside whatever space in me he occupied.  Though Soren still gave Mya control, she rarely spoke to me.

Soren did his job as Luna, but we were just this strange stationary couple, neither of us trying to better our relationship. My parents had no problem confronting it.  Soren and I came downstairs to find my parents eating breakfast, praying out loud the wet and wind would stop sometime soon. As soon as they saw us the questions started.

"You two are both marked, and you still aren't working on things? Are you even trying to grow as a couple? Did you think about what we discussed?" The questions came back to back from both of them, my pop's directed his questions to me as my mom questioned Soren.

"We are working on things," I said, and Soren turned to look at me.

 "We haven't worked on anything, I-I don't know how to fix what I did. And maybe I can't." He said, surprising me.

"Maybe you guys could speak with one of the pack doctors, start couples therapy, anything to get you guys back on track." My mom said. I gave Soren a once over, silently asking him if he was up for doing therapy.

"That might be a good idea. It could help both of you, and not only with your relationship." Pops added, he and mom reminiscing about their time during therapy.

So we decided to give it an old-fashioned try, of the eight or nine pack doctors only two had psychology degrees.

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So the next afternoon Soren and I walked into the pack infirmary, we were dressed in rubber boats and thick raincoats. The old house was mostly empty on the top floor, well except for the waiting room chairs, the magazine's no one read, and the one little Tv that only got two channels.

The real work happened under the house, it was like an ER on the bottom floor, filled with hospital beds, and pack nurses running around.

We, however, we went to the top floor, we were meeting with Doctor Sheems. Supposedly she was better suited for handling couples. I was nervous about sitting down in front of someone who would make Soren and I confront our problems.

I was still so angry with Soren, and I honestly wasn't sure how it would come out. The third floor was set up as an office waiting room, it was small and sat between two offices.

"What time is our appointment supposed to start?" I inquired. Soren picked up one of the magazines from the table beside where he was sitting. 

"Sheems said one-o-clock, relax." He said gnawing on his bottom lip. My face scrunched up at his words.

"I am relaxed, why wouldn't I be relaxed?" I asked. His eyes shot up to meet mine and he stopped flicking through the rag he was reading. 

"Your right foot keeps ticking, you're agitated. Do you not want to do this?" He asked, squinting at me accusingly.

"I'm here ain't I?" I snapped, sighing when he gave me a shocked look. 

"Sorry, you're right, I'm just nervous, what is she gonna ask us, what do we expect?" I questioned. He was about to respond when the door to the office on the left opened and a pretty girl poked her head of chestnut curls out of the door.

She looked about twenty-nine, her green eyes lit up as she told us to come inside. I wasn't familiar with her, it's hard to keep up with every member when there are over six hundred members. Soren went in and I followed.

The office was simple, with two chairs and a couch, what I remember most is the brightness of the room, I wondered how the room was getting so much light when it was so nasty outside.

"Have a seat," Sheems said, and Soren chose the seat nearest to the window. 

"Can you close that curtain, Goddess, you should think about painting this room a darker color, it's kinda blinding," I complained.

"I apologize," Soren said to Sheems as she got up from the couch to close the curtain. I sat up straight as she sat back down, picking up a notepad and a pen. 

"Let's start. What brings you two in today?" Sheems asked, her eyes meeting mine.

"How long have you been apart of this pack?" I asked, and she gave me a pointed look, her lips thinning in a stretched out smirk. 

"Alpha, I am well aware of what happened between the two of you, but it helps if you confront the issue out loud." She explained.

"Okay, well... Two and a half years ago Soren left me at the altar," I said, watching as she scribbled something down. 

"Soren, why did you leave your mate?" Sheems asked.

"... ... ... My wolf is barren, I don't think it's fair to Stone, it's not fair to the pack that because of me the name Brickston will become a memory. I thought it would be better if I left, I figured he'd get a second chance mate," Soren answered, and I sighed sitting back in my seat.

"Stone you don't seem to agree with Soren, do you see his thought process though?" She asked.

"No, I don't. We knew he would be barren, it was never a problem for me. So... What can I do about his insecurity? I can not for the life of me understand why he can't let it go." I said.

"Let it go?!" Soren snapped sitting up to the edge of his chair. 

"Yes, let it go. We've wasted two close to three years on this one issue." I said, and Soren stood up, his face red and rage in his eyes.

"Alright, let's all calm down," Sheems said, and Soren cut his eyes over at her, inhaling deeply while taking his seat.

"You two are here to try and work through your problems, now I understand that there is a bunch of anger and resentment, but the only way to get through that is by talking. Let's try some communication exercises." Sheems started.
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POV
Soren

Two weeks after our first meeting with our therapist, Stone and I were getting better. We still had problems though, my insecurity and his inability to see why I was so insecure. We were coming from a particularly infuriating session, sloshing through wet mud that seemed permanent.

The rain beat down on us as we silently walked into the house. I shut the door behind us and turned coming face to face with Stone. "What?" I asked.

"When I said I didn't know if you love me, I wasn't attacking you. I was just answering Sheems's question. I was answering it honestly. I can't tell if you love me anymore." Stone said.

That hurt a lot more than I believed possible. "I do Stone, and if you took down the walls you've built to keep out our bond you'd know that. I was just trying to help keep the pack strong. Keep you from resenting me." I explained.

"You are all I need, all I want... I just want us to get back what we had. Please Sor?" Stone implored. I knew at that moment he was right, I loved him. So I embraced him and as we hugged our walls came down, Mya molded her memories to mine and I remembered exactly how I lost my virginity.

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Mya and Miro were running, the smell of each other wrapping around their senses. Surprisingly, it was Mya who took control, she shifted into my body, telling Miro to do the same. When Miro shifted Mya used my lips to kiss Stone, the kiss was beautiful, so tender, until it wasn't, until Mya strengthened it.  Quickly the wolves became savage as if afraid we'd take control away from them, the memory of it was so strong I watched it like a movie. 

Miro was not entirely gentle, the way he used Stone's body to shove mine down into the dirt, shoving his body in between mine, he roughly kissed me, sucking on my bottom lip bruisingly. Mya wasn't shameless in the way she moaned through me, rolling my hips and griding our nakedness into the Alpha. 

"Take me Alpha." The wolf in me moaned. Miro didn't hesitate, he lined up and pushed in, Mya growled from the pain, snapping at the Alpha. Miro snarled softly causing Mya to bare my neck. The Alpha continued to push until he was seated inside me.

It wasn't long before Mya was using my voice to moan like a slut, she raked my nails along the Alpha's shoulder, who growled loudly flipping my body over on to my stomach. He lifted my hips then started what looked like a wicked stroke, Mya cried out in ecstasy, loving it, uncaring that it was my body. 

"Yes! yes, Alpha." Mya screamed. Mya shoved back on the Alpha, she loved it, and the Alpha was practically inhaling the submission Mya gave off.

They were going at it, starved for each other, in love with each other, the memory angered me, it filled me with jealousy with the way they touched each other, the way Mya was able to have her mate and I was too much of a coward to have mine. 

Pulling out of the memory, I looked into Stone's eyes, as he looked down into mine, what he saw in my eyes I'm unsure of, but whatever it was it made him sigh. 

"Do you remember too?" I asked, and he nodded apologizing for the twentieth time.

'It doesn't matter, we need to focus on ourselves and doing what it takes to fix us." I said, and I meant it, I wanted to fix things, I wanted to feel the love Mya and Miro shared, I needed Stone's love again, permanently. 

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