I am more than aware I am losing Everly every day she spends with Sebastain. There was a part of me that hoped she would wait for me when I realized she was the one who would be staying behind, that the things he had done for would overpower the pull of the mate bond. But there was a bigger part of me that knew from the start it would be impossible for her to stay completely away from him, especially considering the whole reason he was keeping her here was to make sure he got an heir one day. There was no way he wasn’t laying it on thick with her to try and get back into her good graces.I could see it when I approached the pair with the twins in my arms. She looked guilty, and had taken a step away from Sebastain like she had been caught doing something. And the way he kissed her forehead when he was leaving? She hadn’t even tried to stop him or move away. It was hard to be mad about my assumptions, since I’d been the one to actually cheat when we were still together. I had to rem
“How was your day?” I glance up at Sebastian as he sets a cup of tea in front of where I sit at the table in the back area of his house.It was seven in the evening now, Killian and the twins had left a couple hours ago. Not before he reminded me plenty of times how we were meant to be together, and to not forget about what we have while he works to get me back.I had walked back to Sebastain’s slowly and quietly, just thinking about everything Killian had said to me today. “Oh… it was good.” I say carefully. I wasn’t actually with either man, but I still felt like I was two timing both of them. I definitely had feelings for both, and it came through when I was interacting with them. I couldn’t help it. “It was nice seeing the twins.” I add. “Yeah? Must have been hard to send them off.” He says as he sits next to me with his own cup of coffee. I roll my eyes at his obvious attempt to entice me into keeping them here with me. If the day ever came where I felt comfortable leaving my
The day it would be decided who would be staying with Sebastain and becoming his Luna was tomorrow. It had been three days since Sebastain and I had our little conversation, and I gotta be honest, it was becoming more and more clear to me I had upset him more than he’d let on.I hadn’t seen him at all the day after; apparently he’d been busy with committee work all day, and would be for the following days. Or so he said. I believed him at first, since the same members who had questioned my motives behind wanting Sebastain now were starting to pop back up. I had seen Serena leading them somewhere when they’d first arrived, I’m assuming to the guests' houses. She had been smiling and chatting them all up, ever in schmooze mode.But on the second night, I had left my room to use the bathroom around eleven o’clock. I hadn’t been noticed, but I had seen Sebastain and Camilla leaving, both wearing nice clothes, and their arms were hooked together. I still remember how it had felt when my
“I just… need more time.” Everly says to me, a worried look on her face. I can feel the burn of rejection in my throat, but I try to remind myself she had said she liked me. This wasn’t like before, when she straight up picked someone else over me. And she wasn’t asking to move into her own place like she had last time I’d lost my cool on her. I just kept trying to tell myself that these were all good signs. “Yeah, sure.” I stood up, feeling the need to leave before I pushed her too hard, or said something I would regret later like I always seemed to. I could feel the toxic part of my brain getting pissed, wanting to grab her and demand to know why she wouldn’t just admit she loved me. Doing that would erase all the work I’d been putting in to convince her I’m not a monster since she’s been with me this go around.I head back into the house, sighing heavily once I’m out of earshot of Everly. “Hey, everything good?” I glance up as Camilla comes out of the living room then, leaning ag
That night, I get dressed in the overly fancy getup my mother had given me to wear, and leave my room to get Camilla from hers. I glance longingly at Everly’s closed bedroom door as I knock lightly on Camilla’s. I wish I was taking Everly. Hell, I wish I wasn’t going at all. I wish we were going on a walk together, or curled up on the couch watching a movie. Even though I don’t think she would do that with me. A man can dream. “Evening.” I refocus as Camilla opens her door. She was wearing a skin tight shimmery blue dress that dipped dangerously low in the front. I shook my head a little at my mother’s obvious tactics. I wonder if other sons had to deal with stuff like this.“You ready?” I ask, looking her in the eye, mostly so I wouldn’t stare at her chest. She nods, and I hold out my arm for her. My mother has her in very high heels, and the last time we’d spent some time together, she told me never used to wear them so she was having a hard time walking these days. Even now I coul
The night ended up not being that bad. Adam and my mom “snuck” off somewhere about halfway through our little party, and the rest of us started playing poker. The more drunk we got, the more comfortable we got, and we ended up playing strip poker.One of the guys, Alan, had scars all over his body, which I saw when he was forced to remove his shirt. I ended up talking to him for almost four hours, drinking and asking him questions. Guys like Alan were my preferred method of advice seeking; leaders who have been through it, who have worked hard and bled for their pack. Camilla had gotten sucked into a conversation about her family's pack with the other committee members. I had tuned in when I realized she was telling them about projects she had been working on when she was forced to leave, and I started to wonder again about why Camilla was here. It sounded like she had plenty going for her back home.But that night, as I listened to her talking with passion about the cars she had b
“Why would I be jealous?” Everly mumbles under her breath, moving away from my hand that lingers near her face. I shrug. “Maybe because you don’t like seeing me with another woman.” I test. Her face blushes, and she shakes her head furiously. “No? So what, if I pick Camilla to be my mate tomorrow, you’ll be okay with it?” This question seems to send Everly’s mind into overdrive. I can literally see her thinking about it, probably picturing it and everything that will come with it. Finally, she peeks up at me and mutters a quiet, “It would bother me.” She admits, and I feel my heart racing in happiness. “And why would it bother you?” I press, my eyes desperately searching over her face and body language.“Because.” She grumbles. “Because I have feelings for you, okay Sebastain?” She glares a little at me. “Despite the fact that you’re a slightly murderous child stealer, I can’t help it.” She looked a little defeated as she finally admitted how I knew she was already feeling for me.
I sat in a chair on one side of Sebastian on the day we would find out who would be helping him run his pack from now on. Despite the somewhat passionate moment Sebastain and I had yesterday, there was still a large part of me that wondered if it would be me or Camilla who was chosen. Sebastain might disagree, but I had a sneaking suspicion his feelings weren't the only factors going into this decision. Camilla was on the other side of him, talking to one of the committee members who had approached her and started going on about something they were previously discussing the other night. Sebastian had joined in, so I was just kind of awkwardly sitting here, waiting to get this thing over with. Serena hadn’t yet arrived yet, and so far it seems like she was the only reason we're waiting around.I fiddle with my hands a little in my lap. Camilla seemed quite close to all of the committee members, I had to say that much. They seemed to have inside jokes and banter that I wasn’t includ