My Muted Alpha | ✔️

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

Kronos's POV:
A few hours later ~

"Kronos! Welcome back! How did you enjoy the amusement park?" Theo exclaimed, shooing me into his office with glee.

I frowned in confusion, "How did you...?"

He must have knew what I was going to ask because he immediately responded, "Your father called in just to tell me. The worse part was I was busy pounding away when he called me. My mate was upset since I had to stop for a minute or so."

Blinking several times, I asked, "What were you pounding? Meat?"

Theo chuckled with a mischievous gaze, "You could say that."

'He means pounding that pus-'

I ignored Apollo for the sake of my innocent ears. Of course, he whined and pouted in the corner of my head but I still didn't budge.

His puppy gaze wouldn't work this time on me.

Having a seat across Theo, he held a clipboard in his hands and showed it to me. There, was all the recordings of what I said to him during the last session. From every painful memory to my feelings and thoughts, he wrote everything down.

"Why did you write what I said ... down?" I whispered, feeling unsure.

Theo handed the clipboard full of the writings to me, leaning back into the comfort of his chair. "I wrote everything down for the sake of your experience. You see, part of your recovery in Cognitive Processing Therapy or CPT, is to retrain your brain to have a different outlook on the trauma. That way, you'll move on step by step."

I nodded with a hard look, "Which means you want me to read this out loud?"

"Yes, if you're willing to. I won't push you to do something you don't want to do."

Inhaling a breath, I begun reading without answering him. As my eyes skimmed over each and every letter, word from word of the paragraphs, I couldn't help but feel a weight lift off my chest.

At the same time, it felt overwhelming yet peaceful to see and read out loud from my own perspective of the experience.

It just felt unreal and helped me accept what happen to me.

As the seconds, minutes, and hours passed, I read it over and over again.

Training my brain to think differently.

There were a few times I cried a bit, feeling the sorrow and pain come back to me in full force from the text. It crushed my heart and soul, but I continued.

Theo didn't mind at all that I was taking my time. In fact, he was encouraging it. His smile never left his face as he knew I was healing by my own pace.

The recordings of my words were on the clipboards paper, and even though I knew of the pain, you could feel and read the hurt and suffering from the text. It was unbelievably dark, yet it helped me in someways than I thought it never could.

Such as...

Everything happens for a reason.

If my mother never did this to me, perhaps the love me and Rhea have now wouldn't have been as strong as just having the bond.

What makes a relationship is the hardships each couple has to go through. Every obstacle counts. Twists and turns, hill after hill.

As the last words of the paragraphs left my lips, my body felt so light. It was as if a unknown power I never knew existed within me welled up and finally took form permanently inside me.