Chapter 53 HIS LIFE'S WORK
ALISANDER'S POV
Ragnar’s confusion deepens with his brows scrunching together.
He steps even closer to the bed with his massive body looming over me.
Then realization dawns on him as he asks with certainty. “You’re... Sebastian’s wolf counterpart?”
I smile with a slow and acknowledging nod. “Got it in one guess, big guy.”
He blinks, clearly thrown off balance by me.
Wolf counterparts usually mirror their human halves, timid if the human’s timid, bold if their bold. It is a seamless extension of the same soul just split in two in the same body.
Sebastian is soft, skittish and always yielding. And ? I’m... not. Well not after getting my memories back.
I’m the remnants of an Alpha stripped of everything and reborn as the Omega wolf half of Sebastian.
The irony.
Ragnar stares at me processing everything he's seeing, I see a flicker of something like amusement in his eyes.
I prop myself on an elbow, slowly eyeing him up and down.
Well since the cat’s out of the bag, might as well push a little.
“Why do you like edging Sebastian so much? Leaving him begging, trembling, even delaying his orgasm?”
Ragnar splutters and takes a step back.
“And you leave him right on the brink without letting him tip over,” I continue.
“And what’s with the kink you have for his inner thighs? You bit them over and over like they were your favorite meal or something.”
Ragnar’s face goes slack looking utterly flabbergasted. His mouth starts opening and closing like a fish removes from water.
His cheeks actually flush under that golden tan of his with his blue eyes widening in shock.
He looks away sharply, turning his back to me as his broad shoulders rigid as stone.
“Dress up,” he says as he clears his throat loudly. His voice is still gruff, strained and edged with embarrassment he can’t quite hide. “I have important news to tell the both of you.”
Oh sure go on and change the question Ragnar. Avoid the fun part.
But I don't rush either.
Instead, I take my time dressing, deliberately slowing down doing everything.
I slide off the bed, letting the sheet whisper down my legs, exposing each area of my skin inch by inch.
The air is cool against the fresh marks I gave Sebastian earlier on and I know he can hear every rustle and every shift of fabric.
I picked up the tunic, his tunic, from the floor where I tossed it earlier, bending extremely low to retrieve it with my back to him.
I turn around right then and see in disappointment that Ragnar is actually being chivalrous and doesn't even sneak a peek.
His loss.
I would've been sneaking a look or two if it were me.
So I drop the tunic once on purpose, the soft thud of the drop echoing in the quiet room.
I bend again and this time, it's slower.
I smile knowing the view I’m giving him from the curve of my ass to the bruises on my thighs from his teeth.
His breath hitches subtly from behind me but I hear it.
A low inhale before lots more and I smirk at that.
He’s sniffing, really hard and at the same time trying to be discreet but failing miserably.
The full scent of our release, Sebastian’s and mine, must be slamming into him now within the confined space.
The fresh smell of the slick and salty spend is proof that we didn’t wait for him and we handled it ourselves.
I hear a faint growl rumbling from his chest sounding half possessive and half frustrated.
It's almost like he’s fighting the urge to turn around and see for himself.
“What–” he starts with his voice rougher. “What happened here while I wasn’t around? The scent–”
I cut him short before he can dig deeper. “Tell me the important news you have for me, big guy. You said news. I’m dressed now, so speak.”
He turns slowly, as his eyes reluctantly look at me.
I catch the mild disappointment that crosses his face before he quickly hides it.
But it’s there though, brief and unmistakable.
The big boy wanted to see more.
He's actually looking a bit jealous of what we did without him.
I sound amused as I chuckle, the sound rumbling from my chest. “Disappointed, Alpha?”
He ignores the tease, shaking his head before looking serious at me.
RAGNAR'S POV
A myriad of emotions crashes through me all at once as I'm standing there, staring at the wolf wearing Sebastian’s face but carrying none of his behaviors.
I'm feeling confusion, anger, a spark of amusement at the twist that Sebastian’s wolf is nothing like I expected.
I'm still feeling the mate pulling itself between us as it's basically all but forcing me to claim him and thoroughly mate with him, giving him my bite.
I wonder if the mate pull is pulling at him too.
I wonder if he's also affected by this.
My birth father was clearly in an argument with Sebastian, no Alisander when I walked in on them.
The old man’s words still ring in my ears “Get rid of him before he becomes a weakness”, and from the tone he used, that wasn't a suggestion.
It was a command from the wolf who shaped me and taught me to rule with iron and blood before stepping down only on his terms.
I already know he’ll push against this hard.
If I don't think quick he’ll rally the elders and the council until Sebastian is gotten rid of.
When he took over MoonCrest decades ago, it was scrambled and on the steady decline to becoming annexed into another pack.
But even with threats of wolves and Rogues, he's managed to make it into a big pack and raised me to become the Alpha of Alphas and turn the pack into an even bigger pack, a mega pack.
He'll never stand for anything challenging or ruining his life's work, especially now with the challenge hanging over us like a noose.