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
“Killian!” I hiss as I approach him once the meeting has been called to an end. The committee members are all already talking in excited tones about what just happened, arguing over who they think will come out on top. I ignore Sebastain’s eyes on me as I grab Killian’s arm and drag him into a corner. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I ask him with panic in my voice. Killian’s eyes flick over me, and his nostrils flare a little. “I can smell it, you’ve been with him more and more.” He says, ignoring my question. “What are you talking about?” I growl, crossing my arms across my chest in embarrassment. He couldn’t actually smell something like that, could he?He clenches his jaw a couple times and looks away from me. “I’m not an idiot, Everly. And I’m also not just going to let that sociopathic creep take you away from me without a fight.” His gaze fixes back on me then, and it’s intense and a little angry looking. “Killian, come on. You said yourself not that long ago you
I stumble into my bedroom, collapsing against the door and gasping for air. Had that really just happened? I hold my hand against my still slightly bleeding neck, swallowing thickly and shaking my head in pointless denial.Sebastian had just marked me, so I now bore two marks, which was not what I would call a good look. I rush over to my mirror, grimacing at the state of my neck. He had really tore into me, I’m assuming to make sure it was more prominent than Killian’s on the opposite side of my neck.Tears fill my eyes as I grab a tissue and try and wipe the remaining blood off of me. I hear a knock at my door and I curse under my breath. “What?!” I call, an edge of irritation in my voice. I turn around with a glare as my door opens. I’m surprised when it’s Camilla who enters my room. I softened my face a little, because at least it wasn’t who I had thought it was, Sebastian. I was ready to strangle him right now, so he’s lucky it wasn’t him knocking on my door.“Everything oka