All Chapters of ALPHA SEBASTIAN- His Love Is Killing Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SEBASTIANI jumped in that river without even thinking twice, placing my pain way behind me as my wolf’s instinct was as strong as it was at the restaurant when I marked Bella as my mate. I ignored all the signals and followed the scream right into the water. The woman that seconds ago was waving in horror no longer was in sight. People were already gathering, attracted by the uproar she had been making. I went deeper into the depths of the stream, looking for the fragile silhouette that earlier was struggling to stay on the surface. I had to find her!A beam of the sun was piercing the water, unrevealing a perfect porcelain figure underneath. Even underwater, she emanated a natural beauty, hard to explain in words. Her black soft curls that were dancing beneath the water drew my eyes, and then gently caressed the line of her neck and reached just below her shoulders; if goddesses were real, then this little one here was their flawless creation.As I was approaching her, I grabbed her

TERESAWhat would you do when reality strikes and you are in no position to strike back? When you know what would happen but you don’t have the power to stop it from happening? Well, just embrace it!I did not know for how long I had stayed in this gorgeous man’s house, but one thing I was sure of, that I had stayed more than necessary. So by the time I realized I was staring with no shame at his perfect chiseled muscles, panic settled in like an inevitable fire camp. Tension grew in my chest and my limbs and suddenly I felt like I was lacking air. But this time the fear differed from the other day. The other day??“What time is it??” I asked in a too-loud voice.Sebastian, or whatever his name was, pointed a finger at the wall where I turned my gaze like in slow motion. I was just an actor in a really awful movie. “9:30??? You mean thirty minutes past nine?” And so my breathing became more rapid and more shallow. I was facing a hurricane of emotions and I didn’t like any of them. My

SEBASTIANMy sister’s advice took me out of the abyss into which I had sunk, and at the same time, I realized she was right. But I was a werewolf, a demon from the dark world, and she was a fragile woman, one who would not accept this too easily. She could end up scared or traumatized if she saw me transform. So such an approach is out of the question. For now, I would act with caution. I would gain her trust so that I could finally be close to her without her fearing me.My sister was also going through changes that did not make her happy, and that I insisted so much on getting in touch with her made me feel selfish. But Vicky was just Vicky. I got convinced that her life was not very different from mine. None of us have been with our soul mates and now they both have appeared and we don’t know how to handle it.A week passed, and I never saw Teresa again. Maybe it was for the better, though her scent still lingered throughout my house. There was no corner in here that didn’t smell

SEBASTIANDr. Antonov's presentation left a powerful impression on me. So much that I even offered her a job. I needed all the help that I could get. And she was in the same stage, only that her claim to use the blood of an original vampire made me think. Honestly, I didn’t give it a thought, but I could ask Erik to give me a sample of his blood. It was a long shot, but it was worth a try. The reason I kept Erik’s identity a secret in my meetings with Dr. Antonov was entirely mine. The man went through a lot and I really didn’t want to add another problem to his list.Two days had passed since the presentation. Luana did an excellent job, I had advanced a little with my research because I used the blood of a Luna. Amelia, Liam’s partner, helped us. The result was more than amazing. Even Luana called me to the lab to show me.“Dr. Gallagher, look, our Luna’s cells are so strong that they neutralize silver three times faster than the blood of a werewolf from the pack. The samples show m

TERESAJust like a statue standing tall against the winds and rain. One that did not move, not by an inch. Just like a tree with deep roots that did not bend and remained motionless. This was how I felt in front of this man who, by the mere presence, disturbed me. I wanted to disappear, but where and why? I came here with a purpose. The thought of losing to this man fueled me to push harder. So I didn’t let him see how I felt around him. I was creating different images in my mind just so I would not let myself be intimidated by him. Trying to imagine my wonderful moments just to ease my tension and my breathing. I prayed to God in succeeding to master my emotions faster than his eyes, mesmerizing me. He became the central attraction of my sinful fantasies, and sometimes I had moments when I was too ashamed to admit my thoughts, even to myself. I was the only way I could dream of him. But I still wonder what he was doing in my dreams? Who let him in there?His dancing sky-blue eyes w