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She cuts me off, her eyes look wild. “I’ll kill myself, Zaia!”
I shake my head slowly, brushing my hair back. “I will, but I know you now and I know that you won’t hurt yourself. You’re too selfish for that.”
I whisper, turning my back on her. I close my eyes as silent tears trickle down my cheeks. How could she?
I open the door, about to step out, when Mom calls out to me. “Zaia, please! Please listen to me!”
she grabs the back of my top and I look at her. Her eyes are filled with guilt as I slowly remove her hands from me.
“Please, it’s not my fault.”
“If you didn’t play the victim… If you admitted your wrongs, I would have forgiven you and accepted you as I did, Dad.”
I whisper. “But all my life you made Dad the bad one and even now… you’re pretending to play the victim.”
“Zaia… Adam is dead. Don’t cause more problems.”
She whispers. “I regret what happened!”
“No, you regret getting caught,”
I say, pushing her hand off me. “Your secret will not leave my lips… but if someone else announces it’ that is not on me, nor will I allow your wrongs to hold me back. You are free to move to that pack or remain here. I honestly don’t care.”
“Zaia, please.”
I brush my tears away as I walk away from her, refusing to answer her. She lied… she kept at it… as if wanting me to hate father… even as the years passed, she’d often bring it up…
Lies…
A little sob escapes me, and I halt, not wanting the others to see me like this. I rush to the stairs instead, ready to go to my room, but I’m only a few steps up when someone grabs my wrist. My heart thuds, recognising the touch and I look down at Sebastian.
His piercing eyes are filled with concern. I turn away as he reaches me and pulls me into his arms. I clutch his shirt, allowing myself to cry into his chest, feeling protected. It hurts so much…
He holds me, caressing my back, and I feel safe. I remain like that for a while, until all my tears have dried, and I have calmed down. And as much as I want to remain in his arms forever, we have things to do…
Taking a deep breath, I move back slightly and look up at him. He frowns as he brushes my tears away, searching my eyes for confirmation of whether it’s true or not…
I nod slowly, and he looks down for a second, heaving a heavy sigh, but says nothing on the matter. “It’s going to be ok,”
he says quietly.
Will it be? Because the way I see it, nothing can fix the trust she destroyed between us… things will never be the same…
Ever. But… if the Colosseum of Rome can stand to this very day… Then, something like this cannot break me.
69. A Triquetra
SEBASTIAN. If I could take away all her worries I would. Night has fallen and we’re in the woods where she had decided to hold this gathering. She’s planning something and although I don’t know the details, I’m worried about her.
She’s dressed in a white simple dress, and nude-coloured sandals and her hair is open. She’s wearing soft make- up and no jewellery but something about her tonight looks extremely alluring and even ethereal. She is a beauty, one that nothing can compare to, and her amethyst eyes are vibrant.
The symbols on her arms from the henna stain have faded, but they are still visible, and she keeps looking at them. I don’t miss the fact she’s holding the book that contains the little information regarding the Blood Born.
She’s going to do something tonight, but when I asked her, she simply said she knows what she’s doing and to trust her.
I’m worried she’s keeping too much inside. She’s been on the brink of breaking down a couple of times but she’s pushing through. I’m just going crazy, worried that something will happen soon, and it will be the final nail in the coffin for her and it ends up being too much for her. I don’t want her to break down because she’s doing far too much.
It’s windy tonight, but the moon is glowing through the trees. I like the night, the feel of nature around me, the rustle of the wind through the leaves and the smell of the earth beneath my feet.
This is where I feel most at peace. The perfect night for a run. I look around the trees. I had settled for sweatpants and a t-shirt, but there’s clearly many here in suits and formal attire…
The glances I’m getting are filled with curiosity, nervousness, and even fear. It’s a little amusement and I bring forward my wolf, letting my eyes glow in the night, and I almost smirk when they step back. Scared of their own kind, pathetic.
“Zaia.”
That voice makes my amusement vanish and I turn when I see Atticus pull her into his arms for a hug. My eyes blaze once again, and I let my aura surge around me.
His eyes snap up to mine and he smirks, his demeanour turning colder as he slowly moves back. “Alpha Sebastian, it’s been a while.”
“Alpha Payne.”
In the fucking ass. “It sure has.”
He smirks and nods as Zaia looks between us, clearly not sure about how things are between us. I am tempted to punch that cocky look off his face, but for her, I decide to let him keep his teeth.
He still has his hand on her shoulder, but I’m satisfied when she moves away. The urge to crush it was extremely appealing. Zaia places her hand on my arm and smiles gently at Atticus.
“Best behaviour, please. The both of you,”
she whispers to us both. “We’re not children that we are going to start hitting one another, Zaia.”
Atticus smirks. Of course, he’d say that, knowing that I want to break his damn pretty boy face.
“No, but I’m not against a one-on-one match with you, so I can take you to the brink of death, or better, unalive you entirely. I’m totally for that.”
As predicted, it takes Zaia a moment to comprehend what I mean, and her gorgeous amethyst eyes widen.
“Sebastian!”
she scolds, appalled, as Atticus chuckles. “Don’t worry too much about him, Zaia, he’s just jealous of our friendship,”
he says, leaning closer to her and fucking brushing her hair back. She smiles at him again, but I hide my irritation instead, placing my arm around her shoulders loosely.
“Oh, absolutely not. I mean, clearly, even with all those years together, that is just how far you got. Still in the friend zone.”
I taunt him.
Atticus’s smile vanished and I smirk. If that’s how he wants to play, then so be it. “Bastien behave.”
Zaia scolds, “This is not the time for macho behaviour.”
I don’t miss the jealousy in his eyes, and I can’t help but smirk. “For you, of course. As long as I’m repaid.”
I wink at her. She gives me a look before she pulls away and my gaze dips to her breasts.
She’s beautiful… her smooth, supple cleavage is on display, her breasts begging for some attention, and I’d happily give them all the attention they need…
Hugh clears his throat behind me, and I turn to him smoothly. He is pushing Valerie’s wheelchair. “A little discretion, Alpha Sebastian? Please do have a little shame.”
“I don’t really have any,”
I respond as Zaia blushes before she looks at Valerie. Looking at her now, you can tell how thin she has become.
She’s wearing a peach dress, but the time spent immobile in bed means it’ll take time before she can walk again even if she was given physio whilst in a coma. Her body and muscles are far too weak. Zaia crouches before her, cupping her face.
“You look beautiful, Val.”
She says softly.
“Thanks… So do you, Zaia.”
Valerie replies. She’s been uneasy and has only been comfortable around Zaia but she’s hiding something… I just don’t know what.
I’m certain she knows something, although she says she doesn’t. She just needs a little time, time we don’t have.
“May I have everyone’s attention?”
Zaia calls out. The chatter dies down as everyone turns to her. She’s nervous, her heartbeat has quickened, and it makes me wonder exactly what she’s planned. I don’t miss the way one of her guards nods. Is he in on what this is about?
I glance at Jai who also looks confused. He gives me a small shrug before his eyes return to Valerie. She has completely ignored him, and I know he’s trying to keep his crap together.
“Thank you, everyone, for coming tonight on such short notice, as you all know I will be leaving tomorrow for the Dark Hollow Falls pack, but I am still to be the future Alpha of this pack.”
Her voice rings in the night sky as she’s awarded with complete silence. “Now I know that everyone is wondering the reason behind tonight’s rendezvous, so I won’t keep you in suspense.”
She looks at Hugh, who is watching her with concern. “Do you know what this is about?”
He asks me.
“When we’re alone, we are too busy doing other stuff to talk about such matters.”
I can’t help but say, he glares at me, and I smirk. “No, no clue.”
“A long time ago, the Goddess of the moon made her creation, werewolves, men who under the moon would shift into magnificent wolves.”
She begins walking, looking at the people who encircle us. She has their attention, but I’m not sure where she’s going with this.
“They manifested, able to shift at will, and soon they travelled across rivers and mountains, settling into their own packs. A race, superior to man, a race blessed with speed, smell, hearing, and the ability to heal faster than any human could possibly wish for. This gift, this blessing to shift, was not appreciated as it should have been! We began to feel ashamed of our true form! The blessing of the goddess!”
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