Reign Sebastian Novels & Stories

Beside me, although he is immobile just like me, I could feel Uncle Reynold tensing, emitting a low growl in warning. Sebastian sniggered. "I'm not here to hurt you, old man. But once I am King, I'll throw you out on the streets like the pathetic has-been that you are." Uncle Reynold only growled louder in response, earning a hard kick on the ribs from Sebastian, causing him to fall from his chair.

“The mole reports success, sir. The psychological pressure on Finlay Kingston is taking its toll. It’s the perfect distraction. Also, our spy confirmed that Autumn fainted a few days ago.” Sebastian didn’t move. “From what?” “Pregnancy,” the subordinate uttered. “Oh? Another child.” Sebastian turned away from the window, a wide, predatory grin stretching across his face. He cupped his chin, his fingers rhythmically tapping against his skin. “What a happy occasion. We should send a congratulatory present for the new addition, don’t you think? But what would be perfect? What to get... what to get?” He mused over the words like a nursery rhyme. He rose, walking toward the glass to stare at the

At that moment, Sebastian and I simultaneously voiced our questions, staring into each other's eyes. "Because you've become our Targary again." Sebastian closed his eyes, his face suddenly contorted with pain. This title once again reminded him of Elizabeth's death. "As a soldier, I cannot defy my Targary. Moreover, if it weren't for you last time, more warriors might have stayed in that mansion forever. The ones who died wouldn't just be Luke and Elizabeth." Sebastian's response left me in prolonged silence. However, Sebastian didn't press on with further questions. Instead, we stood in the cold wind, facing each other, as if this were the invisible punishment he wanted to inflict upon me.

He hasn't noticed me yet but his breathing has increased signaling that he knows that I am in his room. Taking a deep breath, I stood up while raising the curtain in the process and coming face to face with the prince. He had a frown on his face and his green eyes with a blend of somewhat yellow and somewhat gold were blazing with one emotion I can easily identify. I have seen that emotion on Alee recently. Anger!

I pulled away, feeling the maid’s instinct to look down and whisper thank you, but Xiuan held my spine straight. Kelvin then turned to the woman at his side, and the cold precision in his eyes softened with a possessiveness I hadn’t seen before. “And this,” he said, his hand resting briefly on her shoulder, “is my mate and Queen, Hannah.” A sister-in-law, I registered, the rush of new family hitting me alongside the rush of new power. Another connection, another tie.

Sebastian raised his two hands up, chuckling wickedly. “I doubt that. An Alpha like you would be willing to take instructions from a low Beta like Adrian? I sincerely doubt that,” I argued with a calm voice. “Well, that is true, but a man has to do what he needs to do.” “I’m sorry, Sebastian, but it seems your mission here is already aborted because the one you claimed gave you instructions to kill me is now in the dungeon.” Sebastian’s features became unsettled. “What? He will be crowned Alpha in a few days' time. You are the one supposed to be locked up.”

Their expressions all looked tense, with frowns furrowed and hardened jaws. "We need to start preparing because a major war seems inevitable," Father said. "Several kingdoms are experiencing crises simultaneously. The Eastern Kingdom is experiencing the massive civil war their land has ever seen. "The Southern Kingdom lost their next leader, who had been betrothed to the strongest Alpha in their kingdom. The man accused the King of doing it on purpose and threatened to remove him from his throne. The Western Kingdom is facing serious internal problems within its palace. I believe this is happening under the influence of outsiders," Father explained.

That would just make things worse. Celene’s jaw tightened. “This is not your place, Your Highness.” “On the contrary,” he replied evenly. “The engagement linking our kingdoms concerns me directly. If your sister is to support you, she must not be humiliated in front of the court.” A hush fell over the room. Morgana detached herself from the column, intrigued. Celene’s eyes sharpened to daggers. “I’m teaching her.” “You are undermining her,” Damon countered. My knees felt weak.

Two portraits lay on the table before me. On the right was Owen Blackwood. In the painting, the Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack wore the same bold, unrestrained smile that had once captivated half the court. Now it only made my skin turn cold. For a moment, the phantom memory returned with brutal clarity. I forced my gaze away from the portrait and lifted my hand. “Your Majesty,” I said calmly, pointing to the other painting, “I choose Lord Sebastian.” King Aldric frowned slightly. “Selena, you are certain you do not wish to choose Owen?”

“I dismissed the idea of marrying you. You really believed Cassain is the reason I never wanted you? At most you're my subject, mine to command not yours to manipulate yet your greed blinds you. Stay away...I won't repeat it next time” The crown flickers above my head again. Tiny crystals glimmer in the light. Several nearby humans glance at us in confusion before walking away quickly. Sebastian’s eyes linger on the crown. “You could rule beside me.” “Rule beside my subject?.” “You would command kingdoms.” “I already command kingdoms as HIS queen” His frustration grows visible now. “You’re making a mistake.” “Probably.” I shrug. “But it’s my mistake to make.” Sebastian looks at me for a long