Sebastian In Reign Novels & Stories

It made my blood boil with the thought of him having her in any capacity, and Reign roared out in disgust. 'SHE WILL NEVER BE HIS!! SHE IS MINE! I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE ACCEPT HER. NOW SHE'S OUT LOOKING AT OTHET MALES!!' My head pounded with a headache. Ever since the small conversation I had with Sebastian a few hours ago, Reign has been on end. Flashback: a few hours ago... We both stood there and watched Kwen disappear from sight. I looked over at Sebastian, and he couldn't keep his eyes off her. A small growl left me.

He handed it to me with its sheath, then bowed before leaving. Our little moment had pulled the attention of everyone else, and some of the protestants had stopped, and their words of protest now turned to murmurs as they passed on the message that the king was in their midst. Sebastian wasn’t dressed in his usual regal outfit, it was obvious he had a scarf around his face before he came to my rescue and glasses on his eyes, which were now being crushed in his hands. So I wasn’t wrong, he was blending in with the crowd. Why would he do that? Why not just address them?

“But first, introductions.” Sebastian’s eyes caught mine, softer this time, almost thoughtful. “This is King Sebastian,” the king said, gesturing toward him. “Ruler of Vermont.” My entire body froze. King Sebastian. The warrior king. The blood-soaked conqueror. The monster every child in the village whispered about. And yet, sitting beside him, he didn’t feel like a monster at all. His presence was dangerous, yes, but it didn’t inspire fear in me. It inspired… something else. Something far worse.

Czar wanted to punch the smirk out of his face. "Then why are you blocking our part if you are not her servant or maybe you are her guard." he glared at Czar while he spoke. "Son of a bitch." czar pushed him hard but Sebastine did not bulge, it was as if he was rooted in the spot. This surprised Czar a lot, he drew back from him as he also felt some electrifying force erupt from Sebastian. "Who are you?" Czar managed to say. "My name is Sebastine, ruler of the seven oceans. King of Succumba and Incumba. The pr of Atlantica."

In other words, he wanted creating an awareness. The moment everyone at the ball becomes aware that he is mated to such a powerful she~wolf, word would spread real fast and those who are not in support of my enthronement would leech on the opportunity. Sebastian had in mind to kickstart another stage of rebellion against me becoming the next king.

His voice confident as ever. “Sebria admires you for your intellect and success, your Majesty,” He bowed respectfully, taking The King and his daughter in the carriage aback. His eyes gleamed in gently, concealing every menacing aim behind them. Zebian’s insides burned with rage and jealousy but he was too smart to let it slip on his face.

“Actually, I have… and she’s the king of kings. You’re right… A Toussaint will always trump a King.” My heart thuds as I gaze into those eyes. Yes. This is the Sebastian I fell for and who knows, maybe one day… one day we might just rejoin our broken bond.

Seb said and turned his face on the other side. Harry, who saw this, took a deep breath, as he knew that he would never tell him anything. “Why were you angry?” Harry asked while changing the topic. “Someone is trying to kill Theo,” Seb said and ruffled his hair in frustration. Harry, who heard this, becomes shocked and said, “Who and why?” “Don’t forget dad, he is the son of a King of Kings, and I know from the start that many enemies will take birth because I won the title. But my sons are already the heirs of this title from the start,” Seb said.

But only his skin breaks and starts to bleed and he is already healing up. "Don't you dare talk down on her, ever again. I don't care if I can't have a mate or if I'm cursed, I don't care if she was the lowliest life in her pack, but since she has been rejected and has been left to die in the place, she has become mine. "Alpha Sebastian, you have been bewitched." He says and casts me a glance of pity. As if I have just struck the worst luck of my life. But who does he think he is?