“Glad to hear it. I wanted to start our session off by letting you know your brother called me and told me he left town. I appreciated his call to know that your living situation changed. But I did tell him you are my client and I wouldn’t be sharing any details about our sessions with him.” See, Robin is a badass.
“I appreciate that.”
“To be honest, I think your brother leaving will help you grow even further. He was, of course, worried about your suppressant usage.”
“How many more times do I need to tell him I wasn’t trying to fucking kill myself?” I clutch the blanket tighter in my grip, all the memories from that night flash before me. My terrible, stupid mistake.
“Kelsey, we’ve been over this, but if you would like to talk about how you’re feeling about it now, I’d be happy to.”
“Harry.” I can’t help it when I call him by his given name sometimes, even though he’s gone by our last name forever. “He loves me, I know that. But he treats me like I can’t take care of myself. Like I really didn’t want to be here anymore that night. I’ve tried to explain to him what happened, but he just doesn’t get it.”
“Would it help to go over your feelings of how you felt that night?”
“I was heartbroken, hurt, and confused. When my heat started and the idea that I wouldn’t have anyone there to help me through it—I was terrified. I hadn’t used suppressants in over two years, but I still had the old prescription. My body ached and my head was in the wrong place. I wanted it to stop. I thought maybe if I took enough, they would sedate me throughout my heat.”
“When did you realize how your body was reacting?”
“When I started vomiting.”
“And you immediately called someone you trusted to help you. Those are not the actions of someone who really wanted to hurt themselves, Kelsey. I’m sure deep down your brother knows that. You’ve made so much progress in the last few months. With Smith gone, now is the time to find out who you are on your own.”
I shift in my seat, wanting to lie to Robin about what happened the other night.
“What is it, Kelsey?” she asks. Why does she have to be so good at her fucking job?
“I uh, I met a couple at Sweet Nectar the other night.”
“Were you safe?”
I wince. “Mostly. I made sure to use their security and checked in with their hostess. But I had sex with both of them.”
“And how did that feel?”
“The sex?”
“Sure, but the experience as a whole. Did you feel anxious or afraid one of them would hurt you?”
“No, not at all. Quite the opposite, really. I worry it was all too fast, that I like them too much for only having such a short amount of time with them.”
“What are their names?”
“Emmett is a Beta and Shyla is a female Alpha.”
“What is it about them that made you feel safe?”
“Emmett is so funny and down to earth, and the fact that he isn’t dominating at all, honestly, he’s the perfect southern gentleman.”
“And the female Alpha?” she asks, and I know that’s who she really wants to know about. The whole reason I’m in therapy is because of my relationship with a female Alpha.
“She constantly asked me for my consent while also taking control. She’s beautiful and very open minded, which you know is a big deal for me.”
“Are you planning on seeing them again?”
“Yes, Emmett, tomorrow and then we all have a date later this week.”
“What about Dom?” Robin asks, again with the hard questions.
“I met his Omega today,” I say, and she arches an eyebrow.