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Then the black tee. Elena watched, mesmerized. Without the suit or the hoodie, the full extent of his ink was visible. A massive vulture was tattooed across his back, its wings stretching to his shoulders. Scars—some from blades, some from bullets—marred his bronze skin like a map of a violent life. "You're staring again, sweetheart," Julian said, stepping toward her. He looked like a pagan god of war. "I've never seen so much of you," she whispered.

I tried to hide my embarrassment and keep my pride, but I know I had long surrendered it when I practically begged him to fuck me. “Who says we’re ending this quick?” My eyes showed fear. “W-What..?” Sebastian’s eyes showed pure excitement, lust and devotion. He carried a cocky smile. “Who says I’m letting you out?” He lifts my leg properly now and licks his lips while positioning himself before me. I shut my eyes and scooted, but his firm hand secured my waists. He kept them steady as his entire hand filled my curves. He stared at the scars on my skin, ones that Damian had given me that never faded. Brown, faded scars of the abuse he inflicted. Sebastian’s eyes softened at the sight of them

She took a step as a sign to leave although paused when he talked. “You’re not going anywhere, woman." The tone of his voice was menacing. “What—” She was cut off when he pulled her towards his car. When they both went inside the vehicle, he hastily started to take her blouse off. “Don’t touch me!” she cried out, struggling to free herself from his grip. Once he completely got her shirt off, his shock worsened. Scratches and bruises were all over Annabelle’s body! The purple mark almost entirely covered her back part.

But this is her best shot. Sneaking to the window of the main warehouse and hiding under it, Scar looks through the glass as stealth as she can, only to freeze when she sees clear of the inside of the room-- Sebastian is in the center of the room, surrounded by four men. His hand holding a baseball bat is bleeding. Blood dripping from his frim wrist. Panting heavily, the man is under extreme pain and stress, but his hand is not shaking. The bat is like his sword, marking out a death circle that alarms his opponents.

I fall to the side as Avi releases me to fight off a warrior coming toward us, but I keep my eyes glued on my mate, tracking his movement and motions. He is covered in blood, both his own and of those he killed to get here. I try to creep closer, my want to be near him is turning into a damn near suffocating need to reach out and touch him. Sebastian is a masterpiece, moving fluidly even with the injuries he has sustained as he taunts Alden, leading him into hit after hit. He dodges and weaves around him, only to falter on the left side where his foot looks torn up and near mangled.

“You feel it, don’t you? The pull. The power. It doesn’t belong here with weakness. It belongs with strength. With me.” My lip curled. Tears burned tracks through the dirt on my face, but my voice stayed steady. “No.” The word landed hard. Caleb’s face twisted. “Wrong choice.” He exploded forward, his claws lengthened in an instant, slashing toward my chest. I threw my hands up, desperate to call the light back, but it sputtered, thin, faltering. I braced for the rip of flesh. A black shape crashed between us. Sebastian. He took the strike full force. Caleb’s claws punched through his chest with a sickening tear of muscle and bone. Sebastian grunted, blood spraying from his mouth, yet he loc

Which was good because I didn’t want to kill those who could be under mind control of Xander. If they really were brainwashed, it wasn’t their fault they were fighting us. Sebastian fought in his wolf form, ripping through their clothing with his canines and tossing their bodies across the room. I could see the fury in his wolf’s scarlet eyes as he worked to defend Wren and me.

Tanned skin melded beneath his torn tunic until the wounds were only light indentations. But Sebastian was fighting hard for control. Which was apparent on his gold-flecked face. Elsabet’s eyes flew to Sebastian’s enraged expression. Eyes narrowing, he hooked his finger in his shredded, bloodied shirt to stare at his mutilated chest. Looking slowly from there to her. Blue-green eyes narrowing accusingly. “That,” Rhyers commented from down the hall. Glimpsing the rare wrath written over Bast’s face. “Was a mistake.”

Then he stepped into the flickering firelight at the camp entrance. Sebastian. Alive. Closer now, I could see the scars—the jagged lines across his cheek and jaw, the hardened curve of his stance. He looked older, fiercer, and exactly the same. “Nice army,” he said, voice low, lips skewed into a challenge. Shock froze me. My warriors tensed. Alpha Tristan and Lycan Xander stepped forward, ready to clash—but I raised a hand. “Stand down,” I commanded. Reverberation of my Alpha blood calling.

He wiped the blood from his mouth and grinned, spitting a wad of red-tinged saliva out onto the dirt. My stomach turned at the sight. Before either could catc their breath, they went at it again. Over and over. Neither of them backing down. Neither of them giving an inch to the other. It was brutal. Deadly. I’d seen Gideon fight before. I knew how strong he was, how fast. His healing was fast, too. But Sebastian matched him blow for blow, never giving him a chance to recoup, and every time Gideon landed a hit, Sebastian came back harder. Every time Sebastian got him on the ground, Gideon fought his way back up, only to be pummeled back down.