"Kronos... what do you think about going to therapy?" My father suddenly brought up.

I lifted my head up, hand still tightly wrapped around Rhea's slightly cold, yet pale ones. Her breathing was even and the sparks were so little. Apollo was worried, his whimpers always sounding throughout my head as he urged day and night for her and her wolf to wake up.

Coming back to my senses, I answer my dad.

"What ... about therapy?" I finally muttered in a curious tone.

He comes around near the hospital bed and pulls up a chair to sit next to me. It squeaked against the floor, creating the unbearable sound. I winced at the noise, not liking it one bit. It was like claws getting scratched across a chalkboard.

I soon turned to my father, having my attention fully on him. He seemed hesitant to what he was going to say, since he wasn't used to seeing me speak. "I mean... some help from a therapist. After what your..." he paused, sounding bitter, "-Mother abused you, along with some of the pack members, you were damaged both physically and emotionally. I believe that you should be diagnosed and treated to feel better."

My heart slightly raced at that.

I wasn't yet comfortable being completely alone with strangers.

There was a slight fear in my heart that even the therapist could hurt me. I never wanted to be hurt again, especially in that way.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, "W-Would I be more worthy... of Rhea... if I undergo this ... treatment?"

Dad smiled softly at that, placing his hand on my shoulder. I flinched slightly, not used to having any skin to skin contact other than Rhea.

Frowning, he slips his hands off me and lets a tear roll down his cheek.

"I'm so sorry for letting this happen to you, my boy. If I had woken up sooner..." he cried, looking into my eyes with pleading ones.

Hiding my fear, I gently argue back with my sore throat, "No, dad. It's not your fault. You saved me back ... then when I was kidnapped. If you didn't save me, I would be dead and wouldn't have met... Rhea. Yes, it was difficult and it hurt, but everything happens for ... a reason. If anything, I thank you for this."

For the first time in my life, my father fell onto his knees and hugged me. Even though he was older, I was now bigger than him. So much time has passed and it made me realize that the last time he really held me in a hug was when I was 14 years old.

It also reminded me think that we never actually talked face to face alone without some sort of interference or some trouble between us.

Now it was just us, father and son.

I didn't realize that I was crying until I felt tears drip down my cheeks as well.

"I missed you Dad, welcome back."

He nodded into my shoulder, sobbing, "I missed you too, son."

***

"Are you ... certain this will work?" I asked, feeling nerved about being alone with a man I've never been alone with nor met before.

Dad laughed reassuringly, "Yes, I am positive. He helped me when I found your mother opening legs to other werewolves. He made me open my eyes that I needed to move on. Now? I feel better than I ever did."

I wanted to laugh at the joke he pulled, but my nervousness overcame that. My heart was pounding, palms sweating.

Father must have noticed that I started to freak-out because he turned to me, ushering nonsense that somehow calmed me down. My breathing became normal as my heartbeat slowed to what it used to be. Apollo was still on high alert but not as much as before.

"Kronos, breathe. You can do this. All you have to do is be open. I'll come pick you up once the session is over, alright? If he ever lays a hand on you, I will personally come in and make sure that his balls is hung up as a warning to show that no werewolf can lay their dirty paws on my you. Understand?"

I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat.

He smiles, waving me goodbye as he heads off.

I stared at the doctors door after he left. I kept reminding myself that I had to not only do this for Rhea, but for myself. I wanted to feel better, to be better.

Gaining the courage, I knocked on the door loudly. A response of, "Come in," echoed back.

I took this cue as to go in and as I stepped in, I was washed over by dumbfounded fascination. The room was complete different than I'd thought it would be. It was professional and had a nice smell of mochi and coffee in it.

I loved the scent.

Wondering around, I spotted two chairs that seemed comfy on the side. On one of them... it was preoccupied by a built male. He seemed a bit in his late 30's, just a few years older than me.

He lifted his head, eyes zooming in on me. His entire presence was not threatening, only a welcome of comfort and kindness. I felt as if I met him before but was unsure.

Grinning a professional smile, he spoke, "Evening, Kronos. How are you? Fine, I hope? My apologues for not calling you Alpha, but in this room, I just want you to be you and not by a title."

I could only curtly nod, not knowing what to say.

He barked out a laugh, "Come, come. Have a seat across from me."

I did as I was told, eyes wide.

The male frowned, sensing that I wasn't alright. "Am I making you feel scared, Kronos? I don't mean to. I want you to feel comfortable around me. If it is something I am doing wrong, please tell me."

Clenching my hands, I shakily said, "I-I'm sorry, it's the first ... time I've been out ... without Rhea, my mate ... by my side. I'm still ... not used to it."

He nods in understanding, "Of course. I understand that because I couldn't live a day without my mate. You're very strong to withstand that, Kronos."

My eyes light up at his praise, "Thank ... you, sir."

"Call me Theo."

We exchange smiles, now fully comfortable with each other's presence. I really did feel as though I knew Theo back then, but once more, I was not sure if I did know him.

Theo soon flipped the page that was on his clipboard. "Now, lets begin with your treatment. Could you please tell me in detail when this event occurred and affected you?"

Recalling my memories, I told him about the abuse from day one.