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“Hurry up and move along already. I got an appointment I got to keep.” “Of course, Mr. Whitmore. We’ll keep everything on schedule.” “Good.” Sebastian was opening up his laptop and started up his chat line. Sebastian is a man with power. He is splendid in every aspects. He is smart and talented. He is also the youngest man ever to succeed in such a successful business. Sebastian is five feet and eleven inches tall. He weighs two hundred and twenty-five pounds. He is well built. Not a single part of his body is fat, but muscles. He is very masculine, that shapes his hardcore body.

“I never expected you to come back so soon, Klein. You mentioned that you will be staying in the pack for one week. What happened?” Klein let out a sigh. His serious expression earlier was replaced by worries as he looked at me. As I met his gaze, I couldn't help but be stunned. There's something behind those eyes, which I felt the need to dig. “I've heard the chaos in the pack. Your life was at risk, which pushes me to come back early. I was thinking that you need me, more than anything else,” Klein replied. “Hey, you don't have to be worried about me, Klein. I am fine, and I can handle myself. Massimo already deals with Sebastian, and he's back in jail now,” I responded to him.

Keinan had just scrambled out of the hole when Sebastian slapped him again. Although it looked slow, it was actually unbelievably fast. It was just so fast that those watching could only see the shadow of it several seconds after it passed. They didn't see the actual thing at all. Keinan was sent flying once more. As he struggled to stand, blood poured from all the orifices on his face. Even his vision had gone blurry. "Is that all Lord Ephraim has taught you? You've disappointed me," Sebastian said, shaking his head.

I could feel a vibrant sensation bubbling through me, a different kind of excitement that made it impossible to stand still. I started bouncing on my leg as I impatiently waited for Sebastian to finish gearing up. As more and more seconds ticked by, and I lost my cool: “Baaaaaabe…” I screamed looking over my shoulder before stomping softly. A soft and muffled “coming” was heard before Sebastian emerged from the door wearing a hooded orange puffer jacket with black sweats. He had a cross-body bag strapped inside the jacket, his long thick hair tied up in a man bun. His pale skin and his deadly alluring eyes were just the icing on the top.

My wolf itches beneath my skin. Aubrey and I say in sync, “To the left, about half a mile in.” Yeah, they’re not even trying to be sneaky. With a battle just behind them, they’re laughing and roughhousing like it’s recess. Idiots. We move quickly toward them, and soon we can hear them—giggling, play fighting. It’s loud enough to be embarrassing. Even humans could track them. Sebastián is the first one I spot. His caramel skin glows in the filtered light, dark hair plastered to his head with sweat. He’s doubled over in laughter.

Again, not what I was expecting. From Sebastian’s earlier comments – I am having Mai Tai’s by the most delightful swimming pool with the most handsome man in California – I was expecting a young Antonio Banderas. And, considering how Sebastian was, kind of flaming. Not so much. Javier was short – much shorter than Sebastian, probably about 5’ 5”. His skin was medium brown. He was dressed only in a formfitting black t-shirt, black dress pants, and swanky black shoes. He had an impeccably trimmed goatee, and his long hair was slicked back and pulled into a short ponytail. He had big, soft brown eyes and a friendly smile. He was carrying a heavy bag in each hand, which showed off his gym-worthy

Before they could hit the ground, Sebastian’s hands moved swiftly, catching them with ease. But he didn’t stop there. He knelt in front of me. I froze. The Almighty Sebastian D’Angelo—cold, ruthless, and feared by everyone—was on his knees before me. My breath caught in my throat as he lifted my foot and placed it on his lap. His touch was impossibly gentle, his fingers cool against my skin. And then, he did something that shook me to my core. He cleaned my foot. With his own bare hands. I stared at him in disbelief.