All Chapters of Alpha’s Homecoming : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SEBASTIAN POV Clair had refused to let her mother stay in my castle. She called it a "painful sight," and I couldn’t argue. She was right. Theresa, her mother, could finally walk now. And after too many arguments and agreements with Clair, I had secured a mansion for her, close enough, yet far enough that my family wouldn’t sniff it out.It had been almost a month since I last saw her. Clair, my sweet agony. And every time I thought of her rejection, my wolf snarled and paced beneath my skin like a caged animal. “He better shred her into pieces,” a low voice muttered the moment I stepped into the hall. Nuel heard it too. He stopped in his tracks immediately, his shoulders tensed, waiting for my next move. My people were obviously never subtle when they hated something they couldn’t control. Then came the worst sound of all. Clair’s voice. Small, sharp, and laced with fear she tried too hard to hide, crawling in my head. But beneath it was something else. Something I knew too we

SEBASTIAN POV The words hit me low in my gut. “I want you Sebastian, I really do.” Her voice was tight, broken, like she was tearing something out of herself just to say it. Her hands were already moving, trembling as they mapped the line of my jaw, down to my throat, and over the hard line of my chest. She touched me like I was something sacred and something she’d been starved for. God, how I wanted to tear the room apart. But I saw it in her eyes, fear. Certainly not of me. But of what I made her feel, of losing herself completely to this, to wha we had going on.“I know you don’t trust me,” I said, my voice rougher than I meant it to be. My forehead rested against hers. But how could she? I have hurt and ruin her times without numbers.“But say it. Say you’ll be mine after this. No more running. No more half measures.” She swallowed hard. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, like a last warning to herself. “I never want to belong to anyone else but you,” she whispered.

SEBASTIAN POV Her scent hit me before I saw her. It always did. Like a thread was tied around my ribs, pulling tight the second she was near. Shampoo and soap and something else that was uniquely hers. It cut clean through the thick, scented perfume Alexa drowned herself in, and for a second the hall felt real again. She moved past me like I was a statue in the corridor. Eyes down. The tray was steady in her hands. Not a single glance, no pause, and not even a flicker of recognition. And it gutted me in a way nothing else could. Her hate now seemed like something I could handle. If it meant I still mattered enough to be felt in her world. But her indifference was worse. It meant I was nothing to her. I told myself it was better this way. That every time I let her walk past without pulling her back, I was keeping her safe. Safe from me. Safe from the pack. Safe from the war that would erupt the moment they realized what she really meant to me. But telling myself that did n

SEBASTIAN POV I had been standing in the shadow by her door for twenty minutes, telling myself to leave. Telling myself that walking away was still keeping her safe. But it was all a lie. It always was when it came to her. I saw her approach, stepping into the hall barefoot, her hair damp probably from the washroom, and her eyes were down like she thought if she did not look up the world would stop existing. She made the final steps towards me before I moved. “Clair.” Her shoulders stiffened. But she did not turn. “You should go to bed, Clair,” I said. My voice was rougher than I meant it to be. But she froze. For a second I thought she would run. Since she had every reason to. But instead she turned, slowly, like she was bracing herself for a blow. “Alpha,” she said. Quietly, completely distant.I hated it when she called me that. It was like a wall she built between us with one word. “You are avoiding me,” I said. And her lips pressed together. “You are bu

SEBASTIAN POV The hall smelled like polished wood and the vanilla candles Mother insisted on for every ceremony. Too clean yet fake. I stood at the altar in a tailored black suit, my tie loose because the collar was choking me. My hands were fists at my sides. The marble floor was cold through my dress shoes. Cold like the ring sitting on that glass podium. Cold like the word mate the elder kept saying into the mic.“Do you, Sebastian King, Alpha of the Moon Pack and Silver Heir, take Alexa of the Bloodline to be your Luna?”His voice came through the speakers and bounced off the 20 foot ceilings. Echoed wrong. Like it belonged to someone else’s life.I opened my mouth. The vow was three words. I have closed million dollar deals with less effort. And I have stared down rival Alphas without fear. Three words should not feel like a knife to the throat.From the corner of my eye I caught Nuel. My beta. His arms crossed, and jaw tight. He wasn’t watching Alexa. He was watching me. He h