I’m not surprised, but I am surprised at the way he’s talking about her. “But I am not someone who goes back on their word,” he says, staring at me coldly. “I am not making you my heir, I was as good as dead to you remember?” I tilt my head but wait for him to continue. When he doesn’t, I speak.
SEBASTIAN. “I can’t believe you never told me any of this,” Jai says quietly. The sunlight is shining through the hospital window as we discuss everything. I did tell Dad what had happened, but of course, he simply blamed me for it. This pack is meant to be my responsibility, and it should be. It
I look away, guilt washing over me, and here I was, not thinking I could get any angrier at myself. She is going through so much and I've been blind to it all... Zaia poisoned… and me taking Ashbane, it isn’t a coincidence. “There’s more.” He begins hesitantly. “What is it? Tell me everything, J
SEBASTIAN. It’s pretty late in the evening when I finally head home. I had gone to Valerie’s apartment again, but there was nothing more to find other than what the squad had already learned. I took her phone from them, in hopes she’d have Zaia’s new number in there, but there is nothing. I wonde
“Give us some time alone,” he murmurs to his guard. The man bows before walking away and Atticus turns his gaze on me. “Well, well, well… look what we have here? I’m appalled at your brazen behaviour, Sebastian King. When I specifically told you, you aren’t allowed anywhere near my pack, yet you s
SEBASTIAN. Sighing, I strum my fingers on the steering wheel as I drive towards Dark Hollow Falls Pack territory, mulling over everything. Handsome… Why does that feel off? Then there is the way she texts saying it’s too loud for her to talk… Zaia would move away, she’s not that person who would
He cackles, sounding choked as if it’s so fucking funny he can’t breathe. “You are a joker SK, oh god you are so funny… but I am serious.” His voice drops the sick playfulness as it returns to deeper and darker. “Now. This is the final warning: Leave her alone or she will die, and you won’t be bury
SEBASTIAN. “I understand,” I say quietly. It’s not something I want, but I have to respect that this is what he wants. “Are you sure?” there’s guilt in his eyes as he stands opposite me. We are on the back patio of the packhouse. The weather is warm, but a soothing breeze rustles the grass, yet