Alexandra's POV
Sebastian's behaviour became quite strange recently. He was warm and friendly one second, and cold, distant the next, so his sudden mood change and escape from the ballet room did not surprise me.Maybe the rejection of his fated mate affected him more than he cared to admit, or maybe he was having a rough time at work. I was not quite sure. But from another side—who was I to dig into his private life? Our relationship was just a ruse, and I had no right to ask too personal questions.Samantha met me in the café at the sports club. Recently, we hadn’t met up much, as she was busy getting to know her mate better and adjusting to her new pack, and I was having a hectic schedule as well getting ready for my exhibition.“How are Julian and Lunaris pack?” I asked her.Samantha sipped her smoothie, which was an awkward choice of drink since she had never liked it. “Julian is good. I am very happy with him. The pack is just amazing—the facSebastian’s POVSlowly, the week passed since my last visit to the palace. Alexandra was glowing, enjoying her painting classes with Vincent. The pack members were getting to know her sweet and kind nature, and they slowly warmed up to her, becoming genuinely friendly.I could feel the bond between us growing stronger too. She was getting more comfortable with me—playful, relaxed, and at ease.I was waiting for her in the lounge so we could go to the palace together. When I saw her walking down the stairs, I forgot how to breathe. She wore an olive-green turtleneck dress with long sleeves. It covered her modestly, yet hugged her petite frame perfectly, making her look both innocent and seductive at the same time. Her curls fell loose, and she wore minimal makeup. But it was her simple, elegant look—the way she walked gracefully, like she was floating rather than touching the ground, and those emerald eyes shining with life—that made my heart race and
Alexandra’s POV The sun went down, painting the sky in fading streaks of gold and purple. I sat cosily up in an armchair with a book, dressed in a simple pair of blue jeans and a plain black tank top, when the door opened and Sebastian stepped inside. I lifted my gaze from the book page and couldn’t help but smile at him. “How was your meeting?” I asked softly, closing the book on my lap. He looked unsettled, almost distracted, his brow tense. “Fine, I guess,” he muttered, but the way his voice caught told me otherwise. Then, forcing a smile, he added, “If you’re free, there’s somewhere I want to take you.” My curiosity piqued instantly. “Where are we going? Should I change?” His eyes softened a little, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. “It’s a surprise. I’m sure you’ll love it—and
Alexandra’s POVAfter an amazing painting class, my spirits were high. I felt ready to create and conquer the world. Vincent had already left and would be coming back for our next session tomorrow.Someone knocked softly on the door, and a young Omega girl peeked in.“Miss, there is someone waiting for you in the lounge. I will escort you there.”I beamed with joy. Surely, it was Sebastian. Could the surprises really keep coming today? I followed the Omega, but nearly huffed in disappointment when I saw that it wasn’t Sebastian waiting for me. Instead, Leo sat on the grey sofa in the lounge.“Would you like anything to drink?” Omega asked, but I shook my head no. She left silently. Leo put down his coffee cup and smiled.“How do you feel?”I sat on the sofa, keeping a respectful distance from him.“I am as good as I can be,” I replied. “Thank you for coming to my rescue.”“
Sebastian’s POVI entered the palace, walking down the hallway. There was still an hour until the meeting with my father and brother. Xavier was actively preparing for his coronation, and I was there to support and help him. I felt cold and a little lonely without Alexandra by my side, but I wanted her to recover first before she faced the public again—especially the company of sharks like Christine. Gods, how could I ever have wanted to go back to Christine? How could I have been so blind not to see how cold and calculating she was?Laura blocked my way, clenching her fists furiously. She hissed, “Is it true? You announced the wolfless bitch will be your Luna.”Even though she was my sister, I was growing tired of her bratty behavior. I answered coldly, “I will not tolerate disrespect toward my Luna, so next time choose your words wisely. And yes, I’ve scheduled her Luna ceremony.”Laura’s eyes widene
Alexandra’s POV The presence of Sebastian, his steady support, was soothing me in a way I hadn’t expected. When he announced me as the future Luna, I knew the only way out of our ruse now would be to declare our breakup before the next full moon—less than a month away. The thought pressed heavy on my chest. Honestly, I was enjoying his company far too much. I didn’t want our ruse to end, didn’t want him to step out of my life and leave me with nothing but silence. But sooner or later, it would happen anyway. It always did. “Why are you sad?” Sebastian asked softly, worry in his voice as he sipped his coffee, studying me like he could read every line of my thoughts. I couldn’t tell him the real reason for my melancholy. My lips curved into a small, forced smile as I replied instead, “I’m upset that most of my paintings burned in the gallery. Years of my work—gone in smoke.”
Sebastian’s POVHolding Alexandra in my arms soothed me, and I woke up with more energy than I had felt in weeks. Just having her close, feeling her warmth pressed against me, calmed something wild inside. I didn’t want to overwhelm her or scare her after everything that had happened. She’d been through enough. So I decided not to tell her yet that our ruse was over, that I was done pretending. I was serious about her now. Dead serious.For the first time in my life, I was ready to take things slow, and strangely enough, the thought of romancing her—properly, without games—excited me.Alex looked unbearably cute in her sleep. She had shifted onto her stomach, her ginger hair a mess across the pillow, lips parted, soft little snores slipping out. My chest actually ached watching her. And then I noticed something else—three tattoos now marked her back, she got a new one I hadn’t seen before.Suddenly, she stirred, rolling onto her back and blin