Natalie Quinn Sebastian Klein Novels & Stories

"Sebastian's previous publicist, Ingrid Jefferson, happens to live in Los Angeles and work at a publications firm. Go talk to her. Hopefully you see things for what they really are after you two speak." I remember that name. Skippy and Mia told me about her when I was gathering intel on Sebastian. I was told that she quit, but for no specific reason. "And if I don't?" He chuckles, "I know you quite well, Leslie King. You will." And then he walks away, but not before turning to face me and saying:

I answered. “No problem. So, I’ve noticed that you’ve been healing very fast, and I believe that your broken ribs will be back into place in a week or so. In one word, I want you to tell me how you feel right now.” “Better,” I smiled. Doctor Klein looked at me and smiled as he wrote something on his clipboard. I wanted to get out of the hospital before Daphne and I got into trouble. Arianna was not only Anastasia’s daughter, but she was Sebastian’s niece.

I parked and stayed in the dark for a long time, then I made my way straight into my study and banged the doors shut; the noise echoed down the hallway. Inside the study, I poured myself two shots of whisky from my collection, taking the drink at once as I felt the burning sensation down my chest. On the third shot, I ran my hands across my keyboard, typing Selene's name into my search console. SELENE QUINN The screen flooded with images. There are so many pictures of her in the press interviews. Her name is on the patents, even keynote panels. Thousands of photos of her and Kairo together creating memories.

The Alpha King's Beta and personal attendant, Hyde Glaizer leisurely made his way in. "And what gives you the right to get your filthy asses in the Luna's chambers?" Claude's voice is raising by now. "Need I remind you, Beta Kaize, you're talking to the Alpha of all Betas. Know your place." "And you're talking to one of the Luna's subject." I seethe. Seeing the scene was already enough to frustrate me, yet I chose to hold it all in and walk out without another word. "Quinn!" I knocked the doors of his study open without any second thoughts. "What is the meaning of all this!?"

I climbed into the passenger seat and complained, "How would I know? He only cared about eating from the start. Once he was full, he disappeared." "Hey, don't slander me like that," Sebastian protested from the back seat. "I was following your lead and nudging them into exposing themselves. I just went to the bathroom because I had to pee, and you caught me at the worst time." Quincy reached back and smacked him on the head, pushing him back down. "You startled her." "Yeah, yeah. She's a delicate little princess," Sebastian muttered, pouting. "I'm docking half your pay this month," Quincy said flatly.

Sebastian never expected that Selena would manage to persuade their aunt to participate in the hunt. "And who is this?" he asked. The young woman following Yvette appeared barely in her twenties. Though dressed like an unwed maiden, her face bore no trace of makeup, and her gaze was calm, almost detached. There was also a hint of unease in her posture. "This is Qiana Harper," Selena said, stepping forward to take the lady's hand. "You remember me, Lena," Qiana replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with the slightest hesitation.

These children, my children, embodied ragged potential untapped. “They’ve been trying to save her all along,” Seb continued, his eyes imploring. “We can either help them or stay put and do nothing. But they need us.” A heavy pause followed his words. Silence stretched before I spoke, a sincerity I hardly knew I possessed. “Tell us what to do, Seb.” His expression softened, granting me a nod of approval, small but profound. Duty resolved within our gaze. “Luna’s going after those who wronged her first,” he said quietly. “Her birth mother and father, Marcus Kane, and whoever else hurt her.”

Flashback Sebastian kept tapping his fingers on his lap. He had just arrived from the U.S. and immediately arranged a meeting with Selene Arnaiz—Niu’s other woman. His jaw clenched the moment he found out she was the one behind the leaked photos circulating online. He honestly thought she had nothing to do with it—after all, she was a famous actress with a reputation to protect. Turns out, this woman was desperate enough for his brother’s love and attention to stoop that low.

SELENE Ever since that picture of Sebastian and me began circulating online, my phone hadn’t known a moment of peace. Notifications flooded the screen nonstop. Messages. Mentions. Tags. Most of them were from television producers requesting interviews. Others were from people I didn’t even know, tagging me in posts and articles with dramatic headlines. Sebastian Kingsley’s Mystery Wife. The Hidden Mrs. Kingsley Finally Appears. I stood in the hallway of the gallery, leaning lightly against the wall as I scrolled through yet another notification. One of the tags led to a video, and curiosity got the better of me.