Chapter 115 FOOLISH ALPHA
SEBASTIAN'S POV
It's final.
A collective inhale sweeps through the crowd as everyone holds their breath for who I was going to say.
“Say it Sebastian! Just tell them! You've done no wrong here and I don't care about being exposed.” Alisander urges me.
I wish it were that simple.
The bond I and Ragnar share is a very beautiful one but it's not even complete.
So far I have used Ragnar for my heat while he used me for his rut-well technically he wasn't even there with me so I've taken more advantage of him than he has of me.
But I don't know what his reaction or answer would be of me announcing it to the pack that we were mated.
What was I going to do?
Already they hate me for getting a very lucrative and easy job, one very close to the Alpha too.
If I tell them I'm mate to the Alpha, they'll tear me apart.
They'll even demand I reject and break the bond using my identity as an Omega as the reason why.
They cannot find out about Alisander either.
And just like that, after what feels like a century of thinking and deliberation, I’ve made my choice.
Lila exhales slowly, almost disappointed that it didn't go her way. “Well,” she says, straightening, “that answers that I guess.”
Peter shakes his head with disgust clear on his face as day. “Unbelievable.”
He spits at the ground close to me. “Vile prostitute.”
Maris laughs under her breath. “An Omega with a mate… sneaking around with the Alpha. Now that’s a new low, even for you Sebastian.”
“I didn’t cheat,” I say again, but no one is listening anymore. They've sentenced me to certain social death already.
Because I didn’t give them what they wanted.
I didn't tell them the truth and now they’ve made up their own truth.
The whispers start again, louder now, sharper.
“…he’s hiding it…”
“…the Alpha deserves to know…”
“…this is betrayal…”
“... pervert wolf…”
The word hits me like a punch.
Betrayal.
I didn’t betray anyone.
Did I?
I'm only trying to protect our Alpha.
And myself.
My chest tightens painfully.
This would probably not be the end of it all, because I know they'll want to blow all of this up.
I won't be surprised if right now some of them are already telling Ragnar as we speak.
If they take this to Ragnar…
Everything will come crashing down and he'll be forced to make a decision.
Alisander is quiet now and just silently watching me from inside. He's also waiting to see what I'd do.
The crowd begins to shift and break apart slightly but it's to discuss what's happening but the tension lingers in the square .
There are eyes still on me judging my every move and deciding what they should do or say.
Lila gives me one last look, her expression unreadable. “You should fix this,” she says softly. “Before someone else does it for you.”
For the first time, I actually see a semblance of pity in her eyes, then she turns and walks away with her group following.
Peter lingers a second longer.
“Stay out of my way, harlot,” he mutters.
I didn’t betray anyone, right Alisander?
I mean I protected everyone involved in this whole thing.
I protected Ragnar and most of all, I protected you Alisander, I did a good thing.
…Did I?
Alisander doesn’t answer me this time. For once, he has nothing clever to say to reply. No teasing or mockery, just a quiet, watchful presence coiled at the back of my mind.
He… pities me.
Alisander, ancient wolf who would be damned immediately to death if his existence is going out, pities me.
Waiting.
The crowd shifts again, murmurs rising and falling like waves on the beach.
I can feel their eyes on me burning into my skin, stripping me bare and deciding my guilt without even hearing the truth or who my mystery mate could be.
“...from the sigil he obviously mated to an Alpha…”
“...I wonder who the Alpha…”
“... something to be happy for has been tainted…”
“...he even has the nerve to show his face here…”
The murmurs grow worse as they all look at me like I'm some sort of vermin.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, trying to steady myself, trying to think, trying to–
“–He’s my mate!”
The voice cuts through the square like a blade.
I'm almost sure I'm hallucinating and hearing things until I look around to see that other people heard too.
Oh… it wasn't my mind playing tricks on me.
Everything freezes as I realize I'm the one that voice is referring to.
My head snaps up so fast it hurts, as my heart is slamming violently against my ribs.
Please be Ragnar…
Please be Ragnar, please be Ragnar.
As I turn toward the source of the voice, I'm praying and chanting inside of me to everything and everyone.
Please Moon goddess let it be Alpha Ragnar.
And then I see him.
Dax.
Oh.
Wait, what is he doing here and what did he just say?!
He’s already moving and pushing through the crowd with purpose as he makes his way to me.
His expression is set as his eyes are locked on me like aan on a mission.
Pure and unfiltered shock roots me in place as I try to think of even contemplating exactly what Alpha Dax just did.
What…?
Why would he put himself in this precarious situation?
Or did he have a different motive or agenda for volunteering to be my mate like this?
I'm shaking my head and trying to subtly tell him I go away and leave but he ignores me and still continues heading in this direction.
Foolish Alpha, turn away!
Go!
Why isn't he listening to me?
I look around for help from anyone but just like me, they're all either shocked or unsure if what exactly is going on.
“Calm down Sebastian, everything might all just work out if you quit stressing.”
“Easy for you to say Alisander, you're not the one on the spot here!” I harshly retort.
I feel Alisander huff and retreat deeper into my mind, ending our conversation.