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“I’m sorry, little Ember. It’s just that Uncle Nik is so crazy about Aunt Blakely. I couldn’t let her go anymore.” The sight touched my heart. Nik’s gentleness amused me, and I couldn’t help but watch them while smiling widely. I felt someone looking at me, so I looked at Nik’s friend. He’s sitting on the single couch like a king. His legs were parted, and when our gazes met, he gave me a small smile. “I’m Sebastian. Feeling better?” His voice was cold, and yet soothing, just like Nik’s. Nodding, I smiled at him. “Yes. Thank you. I’m Blakely, by the way.”

Surprisingly, Sebastian, and even Benjamin, who was known as the special forces king, came back from afar. As a father, he had never even heard of it, which shows how embarrassing it was. Some people had completely fallen for the looks of Sebastian and Benjamin, not only because of their faces, but also because of their distinctly different personalities. Sebastian had misty blue short hair, paired with a modified silver-white suit. He had a tall and handsome figure, with a rebellious charm, just like a mixed-blood prince. The tassels on his shoulders matched him well, and it was unknown who designed them. Around his waist, there was a stroke of genius with a silk belt.

Sebastian greeted politely. Claudia Blackwood smiled at him, but her eyes flicked to Kaira with their usual disdain. “Mr. Ashford,” she cooed, pulling Sebastian into a brief, calculated hug. Though her expression was warm, her intentions were anything but warm. She had already begun scheming to somehow turn Sebastian into Evelyn’s. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, as Evelyn was still infatuated with Julian, but her greed made her relentless. Sebastian remained composed, offering only a polite smile. Meanwhile, Julian and Evelyn ignored their arrival entirely, remaining seated at the dining table.

Ruby POV Everyone warned me to be careful of him. I should have listened. Sebastian was a blond beast with dark green eyes, eyes that seemed to swirl with darkness, though they shared a shade of purple like mine. It was as if light and dark were constantly battling within him, with darkness holding its ground inside while light flickered on the surface.

Dominic asked. "Then I'll be forced to pursue my interests through less... pleasant means. You see, those photographs prove I can reach your children whenever I want. I can reach your pack members. Your allies. Your lovers." His eyes flicked to Ivy. "How is Ethan, by the way? Such a noble Alpha. It would be tragic if something happened to him." Ivy's claws extended. "You dare—" "I dare many things, Alpha Blackwood. That's why I'm successful." Sebastian's expression hardened. "But let's be clear: I don't want to be your enemy. I'd much prefer to be your ally. The question is whether you're smart enough to recognize the difference."

"It’s a game." I didn’t have to wait long for the monster to appear. The door opened without warning—no knock, no footstep—just the slow groan of wood as it swung inward. And there he was. Sebastian. No crown. No royal robes. Just a plain black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, dark gloves pulled tight over his hands. His hair was damp, combed back with brutal precision. He looked... unremarkable. If I didn’t know the man he truly was, I might have mistaken him for someone almost ordinary.

Pushing the door open, they both walk inside with Amelie trailing behind lady Lisa. King Sebastian turns from the window side, but his mouth almost drops open when she sees Amelie looking so beautiful in the long purple blouse she's wearing. Is she the same woman that was here with him moments ago?

And even more, was how she had a mate that was the very arch-enemy of his father’s. Sebastian the berserker was her mate. That was too much to handle but then he led her inside to sit down and gave her a drink to calm her nerves. She looked like he had hit her in places she would rather no one does in the past and sincerely speaking, he was sorry he even did that to her. Her child was indeed another controversy arising at the moment. “Sebastian of Blackwell. Sebastian the berserker.” He muttered under his breath

The Fake Tough Guy Silas walked over to the grand fireplace, where a massive portrait of Sebastian hung above the mantel. In the painting, Sebastian was depicted in full tactical gear, a cigar clamped between his teeth, holding a massive bowie knife against a background of burning oil fields. It was an homage to an era of cinema that Sebastian had merely strip-mined for profit. Silas reached up and drove his tanto through the canvas, tearing it from the frame with a dry, screeching rip.

I lean against the wall and sigh at the reality: I've been sprinkling glitter on a broken vase instead of trying to glue it back together again. "WOAH!" Katie yells once Sebastian hands her the finished product of shadows, midtones and shades of black and light gray. "Do you like it?" Sebastian asks her. His voice is uncertain, almost like he's sure she doesn't like the result. But the way she runs and hugs him tightly says otherwise. "It looks just like me!" says Katie when she lets go of him. "Can I keep it?"