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I started, but Ember cut in, stepping closer to him, her voice dropping low and sweet. “He doesn’t tell you everything, you know. He never does. He never can.” She leaned close enough that her lips nearly brushed his ear. “Ask him what you really are. Watch him choke on the answer.” “Enough!” The storm cracked out of me before I could hold it back, wind tearing through the apartment, rattling dishes in the sink, slamming cupboard doors open and shut. Sebastian staggered, grabbing the counter for balance. His wide eyes snapped to mine, fear cutting through the anger.

"Am I right?" He was quiet for one moment. "Yes," he said. "Good." I pushed back the covers and stood up and reached for my clothes, because there was a difference between the night and the morning and the morning was when things got done. "Then stop standing at the window being brooding and handsome about it and let us go talk to your ancient mystical wolf woman before Kael has the chance to do whatever he has been planning to do." Sebastian turned from the window with an expression that wavered between something almost incredulous and something that was almost warmth. "Did you just describe me as handsome?"

“You don’t remember me. That’s alright. I worked in Apex Veil’s security division three years ago. Mid-level analyst. I saw you every day. The way you moved through the building like you owned gravity itself. So controlled. So powerful. But I could smell it underneath the Omega fighting to stay hidden. You were perfect. A king who refused to kneel… except I knew you were waiting for the right alpha to make you.” Sebastian twisted against the zip ties, a helpless whine escaping before he could swallow it. The movement sent fresh slick soaking into his trousers. The humiliation burned hotter than the heat itself. Elias leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “They fired me after a ridiculous psych evaluation. Said I was unstable. But I wasn’t unstable. I was devoted. I’ve watched you since then. Collected every public appearance. Every late-night gym session. Every boardroom victory. You built an empire alone, just like I tried to build something meaningful. We’re the same, Sebastian. Two forces the world tried to break. I can give you what you’ve been denying yourself.”

No games he was just… kind. Dominic had never been kind. Not really. He was intense. Possessive. He gave me things but always with a string attached. Always with a reminder of who was in control. Sebastian was different, he was Slow and Attentive. He had looked at me like I was something precious. I wanted that. "Elena. Tell me where … I’m dying to meet you again.” I bit my lip. My heart was pounding. This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. Dominic would lose his mind if he knew. But Sebastian was asking. And he was gentle. And I was so tired of being owned.

Footsteps walked into the living room, and I raised my head slowly, my throat tightening when I met his gaze. The intensity, the burning desire, the way his eyes darkened with something forbidden like he wouldn’t hesitate to take me right there. My pulse stumbled, my heart betrayed me, and my composure threatened to slip away. Damien stepped forward, his eyes on me the whole time without sparing a glance at Caterina. She faced him, but he didn’t look away, not even for a second. Standing a few away, his lips parted to speak, words that further fueled my uneasiness and anxiety.

Sebastian ignored her and said to Micah, "Mr. Stallone, I have a piece of advice for you. If you don't keep an eye on this sister of yours, I'm afraid that her life will be in danger tonight." "You…" Micah's expression changed, and there was an icy flash in his eyes. Ordinarily, he would've made Sebastian pay for what he had just said. However, Sebastian had acted so smoothly when he'd pulled the charm out, transformed it into fire, and saved Melissa. It was clear that Sebastian was from a mystic sect.

Ezra's scent recoiled. “You treat me like a lover in the dark. But I’m just your roommate in the light. You touch me when no one’s looking and flinch when someone might see. You say you're not gay—and maybe you aren’t. But I am. I’m also an Omega, and I can’t keep being the part of you you’re only brave enough to claim behind locked doors.” Ezra’s mouth parted, scent sour with panic and guilt. “I can’t leave yet,” Sebastian went on, voice quiet and trembling.

Author's pov Cecilia’s patience snapped. She met his stare with eyes that held a cool, dangerous glint. "There’s nothing to discuss, Xavier. I know what you’re going to say—that I should leave Sebastian, that you can offer me something better." She leaned forward, her voice low but clear. "My answer is no. I love Sebastian. Only Sebastian. Accept that, and move on." Alpha Sebastian’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as he deliberately ignored Alpha Xavier ’s barely contained fury and smoothly changed the subject.

But tonight, the world must believe I am nothing. Footsteps circle around me. Slow. Curious. Sebastian Southwell. “I disagree with you, Damien,” he says with a playful tone. “This one is interesting.” He stops close enough that I can feel his gaze on my face. “I like her eyes,” he continues. “They don’t look like Omega eyes.” Damien snorts. “All Omegas look the same when they bow.” Sebastian chuckles softly. “You’re wrong. This one has teeth.” My fingers tighten slightly around the cloth in my hands.

they were both so breathtakingly gorgeous that it was hard to believe she was actually on intimate terms with them. " you like that idea, don't you? " Sebastian was the one person who could read her like the back of his hands. It was scary how easily he could read her thoughts, sometimes she suspects him of mind-reading abilities. Kira's head drops, she was unwilling to let him see the embarrassed expression on her face. Sebastian chuckles and tilted her head back up to stare directly at him. " the idea of having the both of us dominate you must please you right? Are you getting aroused by this?" " N..No I."

Every chapter became more meaningful because of you. Saying goodbye is never easy, but every ending also marks the beginning of a new journey. And before I go, I know many of you have been asking about Sebastian’s story ever since he appeared in this book. Well, Sebastian’s story is finally out and live on my profile! FORBIDDEN BY HER MAFIA STEPBROTHER This time, you’ll step into the world of Sebastian Cain Hierro—a ruthless cartel king who believes love is a weakness, and Viola Crawford, an unwanted girl trapped inside a family that has never truly wanted her.

He wouldn't allow himself to burn to death, even if he was on a quest to find her during the fire. “You're… you're lying” Eventually, she snapped hotly at him as her eyes narrowed to continue the hated glare. This fucker here was trying to play mind games with her – it wouldn't work. Not now or In a million years. Sebastian snickered widely at Michelle – who knew humans weren't as thoughtless and gullible as he assumed them to be? “You do yell a lot, don't you, Elle?” Now, he reached into a pocket of his robe to bring out a cigarette. He stuck it in between his lips, got lighter than began, and took a heavy inhale from it.

Glen Michaels’ specialty was breaking Arabic and German codes. “You’re absolutely amazing, Jaxsen Michaels.” Jaxsen blushed deeply and dipped his head, not able to hide the shy grin. Sebastian placed a light kiss to his temple and set him on the counter. They chatted happily as they mixed the batter. The chiming of the doorbell paused all proceeds. Sebastian set Jaxsen on his feet then went to open the door. Jaxsen had a foreboding preconception deep in his gut. Suddenly his legs felt very heavy. His body almost completely numb. He collapsed into the wooden kitchen chair just as the door pulled open.

Because apparently, there are several ways this can go (with one way it will end, obviously) and I'm caught between choosing. The back of Sebastian's legs hit the arm of the couch, making us both fall onto the cushions. My body is on top of his; I stare into his eyes. He sees the uncertainty in mine and feeds off of it. I know Sebastian - he likes being in control when it comes to sex. That's just how he prefers it. Of course, I've only slept with him one time before, but that one time, he was dominant and authoritative. Not as much as Alejandro, but more than I've ever seen in him. Sex brings out someone completely different in Sebastian; he likes the control. He likes to be the one to please someone as opposed to someone else doing all the work and having all of the control.

It was too sharp and too focused before softening again. “What are you going to do to me, Mr. Vale?” I gasped, arching my back. Sebastién swallowed. “Very, dangerous things, Miss Moreau.” He leaned down, breath ghosting my neck. “I’d eat you whole if you’re not careful. I’d suck you dry.” My pussy somehow got even wetter at those words, and I moaned. “I want you to. Please, sir.” “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” His hands snaked down my body, going past my bra and sliding down the waistband of my panties.

Sebastian and his domestic gestures that made it so easy to forget he was a man who owned a BDSM club and collected blackmail material like other people collected stamps. The penthouse was filled with the smell of garlic and herbs when I walked in. Sebastian stood at the stove, sleeves rolled up, looking like he belonged in a cookbook photoshoot rather than plotting corporate espionage. "Hey, princess." He turned and smiled, but it faded when he saw my expression. "What's wrong?" I held up the flash drive. "What's really on here?" "I told you. Vendor contracts." "Don't lie to me, Sebastian." He set down the wooden spoon he'd been using and wiped his hands on a towel. "I'm not lying."

My pulse thundered in my ears as my thumb slid across the screen, pulling up the most recent messages. And then the world tilted. My blood ran cold. The name at the top of the thread was like a ghost dragging itself back into my life—Michael Sebastian. Message after message from him filled the screen, lined up like soldiers in a march of desperation. His words grew more frantic, more uneven, the longer I scrolled: -- Why are your men after me? I did what you asked. -- -- You said I'd be safe once the job was done. -- -- I gave Salvatore everything - the plans, the timeline, everything. Why are they trying to kill me? --

And just like that—She slips away again. “Thank you Mr. Bike” she chuckles and touch my helmet like she try to pat me, what the fuck Melisa are you doing? You have a date and yet here you are flirting with a stranger? No, I am not just a stranger! I am Sebastian Vale. “Ghurl, you are so obsessed with dark romance books. Almost your whole cottage house is filled with them…” Wait—is he gay? I feel so confused. What’s going on? “Wait… are you gay?” I ask, my tone full of disbelief. Melisa looks a bit confused, even shocked, before replying.

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he replied and I heard the door open I turned to face a frustrated Xavier his hair messy most likely from being under the snow cap. "You must be Xavier," Sebastian said standing up outstretching his hand. "I'm Sebastian," he added and Xavier shook his hand confidence radiating off him. He was intimidating even more so when he wanted to be and I knew Sebastian felt the power, control and confidence radiating off him. "Xavier Persons," he said giving him a small smile before pulling away sitting beside me.