Chapter 21

Leo's pov

The bristling cold wind of the night tapered the tension in his voice. His usual soft tone strained with every word, he took periodic pauses as he spoke about the climacteric part of his life.

Wrapped in my arms, i couldn't stand that he is still cold maybe it's not something I can control from the outside. "I was nine when it happened." He says and my mind instantly conjures an image of nine year old Seb and I can't help but smile.

"I came home to mom and dad fighting, I was so excited to show them the drawing I made that day." He tries to smile but it doesn't reach his eyes.

"She kept screaming about how could he do that to our family. My dad didn't say anything, actually he haven't said anything...he umm he's not really talkative you know, very less expressive." He explains, his hands moving to emphasize his words and I nod quickly to indicate I am following even though he is not looking at me, only at the sky ever since he started speaking.

"My mom's hysterics stopped when Lyra started crying, she was only two. She asked me to take her to my room but I didn't...i couldn't move and that's when he looked at me.  He smiled at me but I know he didn't like me being there so I ran to my room and when I got back he wasn't there" he gulps, his eyes glistening brightly under the moonlight "And he wasn't there ever since." He finishes,the words slurred and his hand comes up to wipe his tears.

"He wanted to be a rogue,Leo. He is a rogue. My father is a rogue. " He says at last, his voice breaking at the end and I pull him to my arms right before he completely crumbles. Broken sobs leaves his lips, each one twisting into my heart like a spade.

I don't know how much time has passed until he finally calms down, his broken sobs gradually turning into quiet gulps. I kept my lips pressed to his forehead throughout because I know none of my words can comfort him at the moment.

"My father—" he starts, his hazel eyes closes for a moment seizing their spell on me so are his words and when he opens them again, they are devoid of any emotion. My wolf groans inside at the empty look in his mate's eyes but I know I can't interrupt this tranquil state of his, not now.

"He always had this urge to have control over people or... not have anyone's control over him, he had this revulsion of the life we are leading because of his thirst for power, he pretended to be alpha's friend and the poor man trusted him until he realised my dad doesn't want to be his friend, he wanted to be him."

"We were thrown out of the pack, from my school. where could we go..Lyra, she is only a baby and my mom, she was devastated. We ran away into a small human town. Not many people lived there so it was easy to hide. Hide from the consequences of the mistake we didn't make." His lovely eyes shone with so much despair as he said those words.

He also told me about how he had to go to a human school and had to take multiple jobs at such an young age to help his mother. He had to become the man of the house when he was still a child himself. A child who was abandoned by his own father due to his disgusting hunger for power.

" Do you remember once you asked me why decided to go to college. " He asks.

"I do, you said you loved to study." I reply immediately because I do remember, not that I ever forgot that conversation, or for that matter every conversation I have with him, they are always at the back of my mind playing as a lovely serenade.

"Yes! I do love to study but that's not the only reason— but it's also because I am scared. Scared that if we were ever thrown out again i will be able to get a job, like humans."

"Never! No one will ever dare." I state through my gritted teeth.Not a chance, not when I am still breathing.The rage that surged through at the moment was something I have never felt. "Leo?" Seb is looking at me warily, that's when I realised how tight my grip got on his waist. " Shit" I muttered sheepishly as I tried to soothe the skin there.

"It's alright! " He said, the warmth is back in his eyes as he looked up at me. I pressed my lips to his forehead so he couldn't see the wetness in my eyes. Blinking away the remaining tears, I pulled back to look at him again. "Who are the people behind the kidnap? "

He gulps, his eyes lower to his hands in my lap. " Turns out my father messed with heads of the other packs too and betrayed them as he always does. Now they are after us, they don't believe that man has cut ties with us completely. They can't believe he could be cruel to his own family." He finishes the sentence with a bitter smile.

"Do you want me to— "

"No!" He cuts me off immediately, " I don't want you involved in any of that mess, Leo." He states, his grip on my shirt tightening. I nod, not wanting to push it any further.

The cold wind of the night gets sharper making him shiver in my arms. "Let's go downstairs." I said, lifting him up in my arms. If it was another day he would have protested but now he silently allowed it, indicating the level of his exhaustion.

He gets into bed as soon as we reach the bedroom.

It's been three days since the night Seb opened up to me. I know how hard that is for him, going through what he went through at such young age I can only imagine what that does to a child. Being abandoned by your own father must make you petrified of just at the aspect of trusting another person. That asshole!

It also made me understand him better, now I can see why he does what he does. The way he always put a respectful distance with even people he is close to. The way he gets paranoid over little things. How he seems to plan everything ten steps ahead and how scared he is to even let me in, at first.

They will pay. Everyone who hurt him will pay.

A faint crack sound pulls me out of my thoughts, glancing down i realised I was gripping the glass too tight. Putting the glass aside, I wipe off the whiskey that spilled. The amber liquid sparkles in the dim light of our bedroom lamp when I pick it up.

"Why are you awake?" Sebastian's voice startles me and I almost drop the glass again. Fuck

"I had to get some water." I make the action of clearing my throat, so he won't suspect that I have been drinking away all night.

"You were drinking?" He states, blankly.

So much for making up a lie

"Yeah!" I say,not bothering to make up another lie though I doubt I am not sober enough for that.

"Come to bed." He asks,softly and I am in bed, in an instant. He covers us both with his warm comforter.I can't see the expression on his face in the dark but I hoped it wasn't anger or disappointment. He doesn't like it when I drink.

I pull him to my chest and he comes willingly making my doubts disappear. I sigh in relief as we both drift off to sleep.

"Morning! " Seb says, brushing my hair with his fingers. His touch so very tender and soft. I lean into his revelling in the quite nature of our morning. How I wish for mornings like this.

"Morning!" I utter bringing his palm to my lips and slowly pressing kisses on his knuckles. He has such beautiful hands.

He gazes up at me with the same tenderness and a content smile spreads on his lovely face.

"Why were you up last night? " He asks after a moment.

Because I was planning murder of the people who hurt you.

I can't say it out loud, Seb will not appreciate it.

"I couldn't sleep." So I settle on the vague reason.

He stays silent,seeming to consider my answer. His brows furrow in a way they does when he is in deep thought.

"Is it because of....me, I mean,about my past?" He carefully adds, looking guilty.

Fuck...No

"You don't know how much it means to me to have your trust. Thanks for telling me and please don't ever feel guilty about it. " I look into his eyes, mustering up all the sincerity and putting it into my words.

He needs to know how much it means to me to finally have his trust. Last night, I felt the closest to him when he was in my arms, giving me a piece of him in the form of his past.How intimate it felt when he let me into the part of his life, he kept hidden away. The way he let me hold him when he was breaking apart.

It means the world to me.

"I should have told you sooner but... it's so hard for me to talk abouty past." He says with his eyes closed as if the words pained him.

"Look at me."

He looks up with big hazel eyes, full of trust and earnest longing. "You don't have to talk about anything you aren't ready for,not to me, not to anyone. Okay? "

I tell him because he should know he doesn't owe people shit about his past, including me. He should never feel guilty about it.

He nods, a relieved smile forming on his lips and I couldn't help but kiss him,to consume his sweet mouth, to give him all the reassurance he needs.

When we pull back, he is slowly panting and his chest is falling up and down in gentle rhythm. He looks dazed as he holds my face in his palm. He pulls back into another kiss, he threads his fingers in my hair to tilt my face to the angle he liked.

His tongue caresses mine in an urgency and I return the kiss with equal fervor. My hand goes to splay on his stomach and I trace the skin there making him moan into the kiss. My hand continues the path up his body, stopping at his nipple. I give it a gentle tug and it hardens under my touch.

"Ah!" Seb moans encouraging me to repeat the action.

He is a quivering mess by the time we pull back for very much needed air. Our eyes lock and his are blazing a deep yellow,his lips parted and well kissed, so pink and so wet. I stare without blinking, admiring this sensual version of him.

Wow!

I have never seen him like this, his shy, reserved nature isn't an exclusion even during our intimate encounters. He is adorable shy and bashful when we make out but now..he is gazing at me with desire that is so foreign to his lovely face.

He pulls me for another kiss before I can  even decipher the look in his eyes. His tongue resumes it's hungry tugs from earlier and his hands are in my hair,pulling at my ends.

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"Dad called by the way."

Seb stops mid bite considering the information. "Oh! Is he okay?" He asks worriedly making me chuckle because what would happen to the great alpha Reginald Agnes.

"He is." I reassure despite my amusement "He said he wanted to discuss about the inauguration of the new trity building in the pack." I tell him in brief about our call.

Seb squints his eyes in confusion.

"We are hosting the inauguration." I state and his confused frown turns into one of surprise...or shock.

Shit. I should have told him about that.

"Host? As in? " He asks, his eyes wide.

"Everything is arranged Seb, we just need to show up. That's all." I say trying to reassure him because it's really not a big deal. I have been attending these silly parties from my childhood, mom used to dress me in tuxs and dad used to carry me around, asking me smile at people I don't even know or care about. It's all the same everywhere.

Sebastian seems to think otherwise because his tensed expression doesn't waver a bit as he still stares at me with his mouth agape. "You are telling me this now?" He crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow.He's angry. fuck.

I thought you knew.

I wanted to say because it's an age old tradition but I don't. From what I realised Seb knows next to nothing about pack traditions, given him childhood being away from one. I don't want to make him feel concious about it. Ever.

I walk closer, keeping our eyes locked. When he is finally at an arm length, i tug him into my arms and he reluctantly allows still maintaining a stern expression. "I'm sorry I forgot." I apologise making his frown disappear.

"Please don't be mad at me. " I whisper into our embrace. His sigh is clear when he relaxes in my hold.

"Let's go see dad." I say after a moment and he gives me one of his cheerful smiles.

Dad's office interior mainly consists of a rich blend of mahagony and oak furnishings. Complex carvings on them only add to the grandeur. Reginald Agnes is a man of fine tastes.

We are currently sitting in his office waiting for him. I don't know what  he wants to talk about exactly, i just hope it's not something that will agitate Seb's nervousness regarding the inauguration further.

Seb's hand on my thigh stops the thoughts. The warmth of his palm seeps through my jeans, making me feel suddenly concious if the closeness between us.

I turn to Seb in question but he is not looking at me, his concentration is on his palms and he is chewing on his lips the thing he does when he is deep in thought.

"Sebastian?" I call him gently and he hesitantly lifts his head to look up at me, his lovely hazel eyes are now filled with something I can't quite understand.

My words are cut off by his next action, one moment he is on the chair beside me and the next he is straddling my lap, his hands are in my hair and his lips are on mine and his tongue...oh his tongue.

His tongue is pushing against my against my lips to enter with an exhilarating fervor and I let him in and I am his for his taking. My surprise only lasts for a moment before I am returning the kiss with equal fervor.

His fingers are threads in my hair, his nails deliciously tickling my scalp as he devours my mouth. I am in a frenzy as I let Seb take control, for the first time. Having Seb take control is nothing i have prepared for, it's demanding, exhilarating and fucking sexy. To have him on top of me and use my mouth as he pleases.

Someone clears their throat bringing us back to our senses and from the corner of my i see dad exit the room as soon as he enters with a morbid expression.

Goddess! I forgot we are in his office.

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