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Sebastian POV “What have you found out so far?” I ask, needing to understand the inner workings of this pack.Joseph straightens, his expression grim. “It was a sanctuary for rogues for many years,” he begins. “A place where anyone could come and stay. Everyone had equal rights—no alpha, no hierarchy.”I nod slowly, processing his words. “And then Dale arrived?”Joseph’s face darkens. “Yes. He came with his mate and declared himself the Alpha. Those who opposed him... didn’t survive. After enough challenges ended in death, the rest accepted his rule. But he’s not a true alpha. He uses magic to dominate, to enforce his control.”“When did he take over?” I ask, leaning forward. Every detail is crucial.“A few months before he brought Celine here,” Joseph replies. His voice lowers, the weight of his next words evident. “Many don’t even know who she truly is. The top soldiers used her own magic against her. They had her visit a so-called ‘doctor,’ who administered wolfsbane to weaken her
CelineI place the plate down on the nightstand, my thoughts swirling as I process Sebastian’s questions and my own hesitant answers. The room feels warmer now, though the heavy stone walls and dark wooden beams retain a weight that’s hard to ignore. Outside the windows, the faint glow of sunlight filters through tattered curtains, casting soft patterns on the floor. The bed beneath me is surprisingly comfortable, the blankets thick and warm, though they do little to ease the tension in my body.The questions he asked me linger in my mind, but one stands out among the rest—the possibility that the woman I called “Mum” might not have been my mother. Sebastian seems to think she wasn’t, though he hasn’t outright said it. Why would anyone take me? Why raise me if not out of love? The uncertainty gnaws at me, but I don’t dare voice it.Before I can fully untangle my thoughts, Sebastian’s voice draws me back. His tone is quiet, almost hesitant, and his words catch me off guard.“I know what
Celine POV I wrap my arms around his neck, my body pressing against his. Another vision flashes through my mind—this one more intimate. It’s not a memory, but something else entirely. I realize it’s what he’s imagining at this very moment. Us. Kissing. His golden eyes stay locked on mine, and I can’t help but smile.Leaning forward, I press my lips against his. He doesn’t move at first, his body perfectly still, as if waiting for confirmation. Then, slowly, his arm wraps around me, pulling me closer. His lips move against mine, soft yet deliberate, and I moan softly as his tongue grazes mine. The kiss deepens, and I lose myself in it, tangling my fingers in his hair.His hands trace along my body, their touch sending shivers through me. I whimper softly, drawn further into him, but then the visions return. They’re more intense this time—us, together, naked. The feelings and sensations from the vision seep into me, flooding me with heat and desire. My body moves instinctively, grinding
Celine POV Sebastian reaches for a cloth, adding soap to it before dragging it gently across my skin. The rhythmic motion is almost hypnotic, the faint lavender scent calming my racing thoughts. Yet, the heat that pools in my body isn’t just from the water. His touch ignites something deep within me, something primal and raw that I don’t fully understand. My wolf stirs restlessly, fighting to surface. The feelings overwhelm me—alien, yet undeniable.A soft whimper escapes my lips as I push closer to his hand, seeking something I can’t fully articulate. He stills, his hand pulling away. “I should leave,” he whispers, his voice tinged with restraint.“No!” I plead, grabbing his hand and placing it back on my body. The desperation in my voice surprises even me. His other hand gently grips my neck, tilting my head back so our eyes meet. His gaze is steady, grounding.“Your wolf is in heat,” he explains softly, his thumb brushing against my skin. “It’s been locked away for so long, and now
Celine POVI wake to the warmth of Sebastian’s arms wrapped protectively around me, his hold gentle yet firm. The faint scent of him—a mix of something earthy and smokey—lingers, grounding me in the present. His steady breaths brush against my hair, and for a fleeting moment, I let myself feel safe. Then the memories of last night crash over me, vivid and overwhelming. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as the details come rushing back.What happened to me? One moment, I felt in control, and then… everything spiraled. I’ve never experienced anything like it. The intensity, the need—it was all new, strange, and undeniably consuming.I want to believe that this is it, that everything will settle now, but deep down, I know better. The weight of my past and the uncertainty of my future press heavily on my chest. This is only the beginning.“What’s wrong, little one?” Sebastian’s deep voice cuts through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. I blink, meeting his steady, golden gaze. H
Celine POV As the conversation drifts, the tension in the room eases further. The morning sun creeps higher, casting soft, golden light across the room’s stone walls and wooden floors. The faint sounds of birdsong filter through the window, mingling with the quiet comfort of Sebastian’s presence. For the first time in a long while, I feel like I can breathe.The moment realization strikes, panic grips me, and my chest tightens as though an invisible weight is pressing down on me. My breaths come in short gasps, my vision blurs, and my thoughts spiral uncontrollably. How did I not think of this? How did I not consider it? The walls of the room, warm and inviting only moments ago, now feel suffocating, their heavy stone seeming to close in around me.Sebastian’s hands gently cradle my face, his touch firm yet soothing. “Little one, calm,” he murmurs, his golden eyes locking onto mine with steady reassurance.But I can’t calm down. The flood of questions and realizations crashes over me
Sebastian POVI find myself at a loss for words. The gift Celine possesses is extraordinary, but calling it a gift feels dishonest. To me, it’s a double-edged sword, as much a curse as it is a blessing. Imagine having the ability to glimpse the future, only to see something horrific and know you shouldn’t interfere—perhaps that you can’t interfere.How would she reconcile that? How would it feel to carry the burden of foreknowledge, knowing that ignoring it was the only way to maintain balance? To see tragedy unfold and do nothing—it’s a heavy weight for anyone, especially someone as unprepared as Celine.Her voice pulls me from my thoughts, soft but filled with concern. “Nischola… what is wrong with her?” Her wide, questioning eyes meet mine, and I know I owe her the truth.“We don’t know,” I reply with a sigh, running a hand through my hair. “We’ve tried everything. Doctors couldn’t find a cause, let alone a cure. We turned to a witch—nothing. Finally, a warlock told us she was curse
Sebastian POV Her body shifts against me, her movements fluid and deliberate as she straddles me. Her hands find their way into my hair, tangling themselves as her lips meet mine in a heated kiss. I can feel the fire radiating from her, the desire that burns just beneath her skin. My hands glide along her sides, trailing over the soft curve of her body, the warmth of her flesh igniting a fire of my own.My nose brushes against her neck, and I inhale deeply, taking in her scent. It’s subtly different now, richer, more intoxicating. A smile tugs at my lips. Her wolf. She doesn’t realize it yet, but her scent has changed, signaling the deepening connection between her and her wolf. If I tell her later, I know she’ll brush it off, unwilling or unable to accept the truth.Last night wasn’t how I envisioned our first time. I wanted her to feel safe, comfortable, and ready. But the need was and is undeniable, both hers and mine. Her wolf craves this, and denying her would only make it worse.
Celine POVThe scent of smoke clings to the air, thick and heavy, curling around the burning remains of the witches who once guarded the entrance. Sebastian’s fire still flickers along the stone walls, casting jagged shadows across the courtyard. The air hums with the cries of dying enemies, the clash of steel, the low snarls of shifters tearing through their targets.I stay low, my wings tucked close, my magic thrumming beneath my skin. The witches and their allies are focused on the battle outside, their attention locked on the forces tearing through their defenses. They expect more warriors, more fire, more brute force.They don’t expect me. I step forward and let the shadows take me. My body dissolves into darkness, the world s
Sebastian POVKing Thorne is the first to speak, his sharp Fae eyes flicking over each of us before settling on me. “You’re finally ready.”Celine steps forward, her voice steady. “We attack before first light.”Ulrich grunts, cracking his knuckles. “Good. We’ve been waiting.”Sereia’s silver eyes flick toward the map laid across the war table, the markers indicating the enemy stronghold, where the witches, the exiled, and the kidnapped children are being held. “Scouts have confirmed the layout. The children are in the lower chambers, heavily guarded.”Aarmon chuckles darkly. “Of course they are. They know we’re coming for them.”I step up to the table, my claws scraping lightly against the wood as I look at the map. “Then we go in fast. No drawn-out fight. We take the children first, eliminate resistance, and burn the rest to the ground.”Dolton’s growl rumbles low in his chest. “No survivors.”Celine’s golden eyes narrow. “None.”A heavy silence settles over the room, the weight of
Sebastian’s POVHelios is still in control.I can feel him, his raw need, his possessiveness, his complete refusal to loosen his grip on Celine. It isn’t just instinct driving him now. It’s something deeper, something stronger.I had let him take control. I had given him the power willingly, but something happened.Something shifted, and now I can’t take it back.My mind pushes, clawing against the barrier keeping me locked away while Helios holds her, while he moves inside her, while he claims her again and again. He is lost in her, drunk on her, and I know this isn’t just about pleasure.It’s obsession.He missed her. He has waited too long to have her, to feel her wrapped around us, and now that he has her, he doesn’t want to let go. Even now that he's finished, he's still holding her.I grit my teeth, fighting against the wall that shouldn’t be here. I should be able to take control whenever I want, should be able to force him back. But this time, something is different.This time
Celine POVSnarling, Julius' claws tightening on my hips as he begins to move, his pace deep and unrelenting, but perfectly timed with Helios. Every thrust pushes me further into the Helios grip, forcing me to feel both of them taking me together.“Fuck,” Julius growls, his voice strained as he pulls back and thrusts in again. “She’s squeezing both of us so damn tight.”Helios groans, his tail coiling tighter, his golden eyes locked onto mine. “She was made for this,” he mutters, his thrusts slow, deliberate, making sure I feel the fullness of them inside me. “Made for us.”Jonathan’s hands slide over my stomach, his breath warm against my ear. He hasn’t moved in yet, but his touch sends shivers through me, his fingers teasing, stroking, adding to the overwhelming sensation consuming me. “She’s already trembling,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my shoulder. "She can take more though."Helios growls, but it’s softer this time, less of a challenge and more of an acknowledgment. His golde
Celine POVI see it, the moment Helios snaps and can't hold backHis claws dig into my thighs as he yanks me away from Julius, dragging me into his arms, his grip unrelenting. “You belong to me first,” he snarls, pressing his mouth to mine, his tongue claiming, punishing, and devouring. His body is hot, burning against me, his scales rough where they meet my skin, but I welcome the intensity, the overwhelming force of his need.Julius snarls behind us, but Helios doesn’t care. He never does. He’s obsessed, feral, and he’ll always have me first.His tail wraps around my leg, pulling me closer, his grip tightening as he positions me exactly how he wants. “You’re mine,” he growls again, and then he thrusts into me, forcing a sharp cry from my lips as he stretches me, fills me, and claims me.Jonathan and Julius growl, their own need growing, but Helios doesn’t rush. He takes his time, dragging his tongue along my throat, his claws gripping my hips as he moves, slow at first, but quickly
Celine POVThe taste of blood still lingers on my tongue, thick and metallic, but my body feels stronger. The gnawing hunger that had dulled my senses is gone, replaced by a steady warmth spreading through my limbs. I hate needing this, but I can’t deny the difference it makes.Walking, Sebastian stays beside me as we return to the war room, his gaze flicking toward me every so often like he is assessing my strength. He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel the satisfaction rolling off him. He knows I needed that.Aarmon steps ahead, pushing open the doors. The room is quieter than before, the tension eased slightly as plates of food have been brought in. The gathered rulers and generals are eating, drinking, taking what little time they have before the mission begins.Leaning back in his chair, Jonathan smiles, a piece of bread in his hand, smirking as he sees me. “You look less like you’re about to fall over.”I sigh, sitting down beside him as Sebastian moves to his usual place. “I
Sebastian POVThe moment I step out of the room, the weight of command settles back onto my shoulders. The warmth of Celine’s body, the way she melted between us, the way she whispered my name in the dark, all of it fades into the background.Now, there is only war.I move through the halls with purpose, my mind already cataloging everything that needs to be done. The fortress is alive with movement, warriors gearing up, leaders gathering, the tension thick in the air. This is not like past battles. This is the beginning of something far greater.Jonathan and Dolton fall into step beside me, both of them shifting back into the roles they were born for. Jonathan’s sharp mind, Dolton’s brute force. We do not need to speak. We all know what needs to be done.I push open the doors to the war chamber where the supernatural rulers are already waiting. The map of the Shadowlands is spread across the table, marked with points of interest, potential enemy strongholds, and scouting routes.King
Celine POVI watch as Sebastian’s fingers tighten on my thighs as he parts them wider, his golden eyes burning with hunger. Behind me, Dolton grips my waist, his chest flush against my back, his breath hot against my ear. There’s no hesitation between them, no moment of pause. They know exactly what they want.Slowly, Jonathan strokes a hand down my stomach, his lips trailing kisses across my shoulder before he bites down just enough to make my body jolt. “We’re done teasing,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin.Dolton groans, his grip on my waist tightening as he presses me back against him, his body already hard, already demanding. “Then let’s take her properly.”Smirking, Sebastian's hands glide lower as he positions himself between my legs. “She’s more than ready for us.”I barely have time to catch my breath before he pushes inside, stretching me, filling me. A sharp gasp escapes me as pleasure crashes through me, my body already sensitive from their mouths, from the way
Celine POVSebastian leads me away from the war room, his hand warm against mine as we step into the quieter halls of the fortress. Jonathan and Dolton follow closely behind, their presence a steady weight against the chaos waiting for us outside these walls. For the first time since everything started, it’s just us.Sebastian doesn’t speak as he guides me deeper into the fortress. The walls shift from the grandeur of the council chambers to something older, something untouched by battle. The door he pushes open leads to a dimly lit chamber, warmed by the glow of a low fire. It’s quiet. Safe.I exhale slowly, my body finally relaxing, but my mind refuses to. The moment we step into the room, the tension shifts. The world outside is full of war, but in here, there is only heat, only them.Sebastian moves first, his hands gripping my waist as he tugs me toward him, his lips already on my throat. He knows exactly where to kiss, exactly where to press his tongue to make my breath hitch. H