[Second Mate] SEBASTIAN Dumbfounded and out of my mind with worry, I stared at the open double doors that led to the balcony. I remembered locking them earlier, and I knew Arianne’s exhaustion forbade her from leaving the bed. So, the question remained—who opened the doors? Arianne had spotted something by the door. I knew she did. That frightened grimace contorting her features was enough confirmation for me. She, however, refused to tell me what it was. Whatever had terrified her had made her unwilling to disclose what she had seen. “What if it was Sasha again?” Atticus intercepted my ranting. Before I reacted to his interruption, the thought of seeing my mate again sent my heart racing. What if it was her and when she saw Arianne, she left? “I warned you not to get involved with that bitch. You never listen to me, Sebastian! Just like that day when you left our mate and went into the city. Supposed we had lost more than our mate? Like our entire pack, for instance?” “Woul
[Fake Friends]SIERRAI sat up in bed, a throbbing headache attacking my brain as the sunlight seeped into the room, bringing light to every dark corner. I ran my hands over my face and rubbed my eyes, straining to remove the sleep lurking over my tensed muscles. My body was paying the price for not getting enough sleep last night. How could I sleep when all I did was cry? I cried all night, weakening my already exhausted state. All my life, I fancied a contented home with a loving husband, two beautiful kids, and a house to call my own—just like my parents had. That fairytale concept with the white picket fence was never something I cared to want. What I cared for was happiness, fulfillment, and love. However, assuming Jensen would have been the one to give me that future or believing he wanted the same thing as I did, was my mistake. One I wouldn’t make again.Instead, my reward was betrayal by the two people I thought meant more to me. Neither of them cared about me. They didn’t
[Second Mate II] SEBASTIAN About forty-five minutes after coiling my pain with a run, I returned to the packhouse to find Rory sitting on the step. His face showed worry, not anger, which I imagined he would prefer to feel toward me. “I’m not in the mood, Rory. Whatever you have to say, keep it to yourself.” I knew how determined he could be, especially when the situation was urgent. Rory wasn’t the sort of person to keep his thoughts to himself, and considering what Sasha said, that made him even more persistent. With an urging tone and a frustrated countenance, he stated, “As your trusted beta and best friend, I advise you to listen to reason.” I pivoted on the balls of my feet and glared at him. “Since you want to pull rank. As your Alpha, I command you to stay out of this.” I walked past him and headed up the stairs. My chest heaved with anger, and my hands balled into fists, edging to punch him square in the jaw. Yet Rory still wouldn’t give up. “I’m afraid I can’t do that
[Mysterious and Handsome] SIERRA “What’s his problem?” I clutched the tray under my arm, watching as the man stormed out of the bar, his face contorted with anger. Everyone else’s eyes followed his trail, and a few conspicuous glares caught my eye. “Girl troubles, if I had to guess,” answered Johnny. “A man as handsome as he undoubtedly has women vying for his attention.” I shook my head at Johnny’s comment. If anybody knew about girl troubles, it would be him. Howie chuckled. He also knew what I was thinking was the honest-to-God truth. Since I started working here, Johnny had not come into the bar one day without an issue with his wife. Each day was always something new. Yet, no matter how often she threw his ass out, he would always crawl back to her with apologies and sappy romantic gestures. “You will know, won’t you, Johnny?” I laughed and grabbed the drinks to distribute to the tables. Johnny responded, “That’s because you won’t give me a chance to show you what I can
[The Seer] SEBASTIAN Moon Goddess, what sort of twisted game was this? Not only did you give me a second mate, which I never wanted, but you gave me a weak human for a mate? How would she protect herself from danger? How could I even love a human who knew nothing of my world? It was like you were hoping I would lose her too. I screamed in my head. I had to leave the bar, and as much as Atticus screamed in my head to follow my mother’s orders and take her back to the pack. I needed to put as much distance between us as possible. For her sake and mine. These thoughts about wanting to kiss her among other things already invading my head. Her alluring beauty and hypnotic scent. It was all driving my senses crazy. Neither of us needed past mistakes haunting our lives. I, for one, didn’t need that kind of stress upon everything else going on in my life. She could easily find a human husband, have children, and live a long and happy life without me to bring the dreadful events of my past
[Werewolves Are Real I] SIERRA Ten minutes after entering our silent yet blackened home, I kicked off my shoes and jacket. I heaved a sigh of relief at finally being home after an eventful night. Undoing my braid, I ambulated into the kitchen for a drink of water. Working at the bar always left me feeling dehydrated after a shift. Almost as if I spent the night burning my throat and stomach with alcohol. After my drink of water, I headed off to my room. Showered and dressed in my pajamas, I crawled into bed. Whether I liked it or not, my mind was still reeling from that encounter earlier with that Blue-eyed man. Then there was Sebastian, handsome and mysterious. I regretted running from him but after Howie’s stern warning to run and not look back, what other choice did I have? *** When I finally arrived outside Howie’s office, I knocked once. “Come in Sierra.” His voice sounded. I did as he said and before I had a chance to breathe, Howie stood from his seat and approached me,
[Werewolves Are Real II] SIERRA I was either losing my mind or I’d heard him incorrectly. I started pacing. If only to wrap my brain around what he said. It wasn’t working. This had to be some sort of prank. There was no way what he stated could be true. It couldn't be, could it? Werewolves were made-up bedtime stories told by parents to terrify their children into being good little boys and girls. "I'll admit, what I said sounds far-fetched, and had I not been one, I wouldn't have believed me either. But werewolves are real. We exist and have for centuries." "Listen, Sebastian," I turned to face him, "you seem like a decent enough guy. I don't know how much you had to drink last night or if you had been sniffing on something, but there is no way I'm going to believe a word you said—" "You don’t believe me, and that's understandable. On the occasion that you did right off the bat, that would've been cause for worry," he said as if it was the most natural thing to escape his lips
[Mine] SEBASTIAN While she battled with that, I looked around her room. It was quaint, not overly spacious but not small either. Somehow, it suited her. She had a queen-sized bed, an antique writing desk, two bedside tables, a rug that covered most of the wooden flooring along with a small bookshelf above her writing desk. As I said, quaint. I imagined her sleeping on the bed, wrapped in her blankets when it was chilly outside, or kicking at it during the warmer nights. Mesopotamia was famous for its frigid winters, but the hot days were no laughing matter. "Hypothetically speaking, assuming I believe any of this, which I don't. What's going to happen next?" she pondered, rummaging through her closet. "Hypothetically speaking," I motioned, quote-unquote. "It indicates we'll return to my pack and perform the Luna ceremony." "Suppose that's not what I want. To be your mate, or become your pack's Luna. What then?" She persisted. "I can't and won't compel you to do anything you d