Chapter 9 I Want In
Sienna
Suddenly, the door swung open, and this guy stepped out. He had "cocky" written all over his face, complete with a smirk that made me want to roll my eyes.
“And who might you be?” he asked, looking me over like I was an interesting specimen.
“Why do you care?” I shot back, raising an eyebrow. I wasn't in the mood for small talk. “Shouldn’t you be introducing yourself first?”
He chuckled in this annoying, mocking way, like I was just a funny little joke. It made me scowl. “I guess you have a point. The name’s Tristan.”
I gave him a stiff nod. “Sienna.”
“Oh, so you’re the famous Sienna. I never thought you’d be this pretty in per—Aackk!”
Before he could finish, a woman marched out of the study and grabbed him by the ear, dragging him back toward her.
“Would you like to say that again?” she asked, giving him a look that could melt steel.
“I apologize, my love! I was merely calling someone pretty! Just pretty! Nothing more!” Tristan squeaked, looking totally whipped.
She seemed even more pissed at that answer. Turning to me, she sighed. “Sorry about this bastard. I’m Yves.”
“And my mate,” Tristan added, which made Yves blush, though it clearly just made her want to hit him again.
What a weird couple, I thought.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Sienna. I was planning on speaking with Sev—is there anyone else in there?”
“Sev? Oh, not at all. He’s completely free now,” Yves replied, smiling at me. She finally let go of Tristan's ear and reached for the knob. “He’s all yours.”
That phrase: he’s all yours, made my stomach do a nervous somersault as I stepped into the room.
Sebastian was sitting in his chair, looking perfectly calm, but the second he realized it was me, his "cool Alpha" mask shattered. He looked genuinely shocked to see me standing there.
“You didn’t hear us speaking outside?” I asked, walking up to his desk. I didn't sit down yet; I wanted to keep the upper hand for at least thirty seconds.
“I was… lost in thought.” He paused, staring at his clasped hands like they held the secrets to the universe. “Sien, about last nigh—”
I raised my hand, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Let’s start from the beginning. First, I’d like to apologize. If I hadn’t meddled in your personal life, none of that would’ve happened. I had no right to do what I did.”
He looked at me like I’d just started speaking in tongues. Total confusion.
“Now,” I added, finally sliding into the chair opposite him and crossing my legs. “Your turn.”
“I’m the only one who should be apologizing, Sien. I took advantage of you. I…” He heaved a massive sigh, looking like he was debating if he should even tell me. But he did. “Every Friday at exactly 11pm, I lose that 'civilized' control you’re used to seeing. I have to sate it. That’s why I have these… agreements.”
I blinked. He loses control? I’d never heard of an Alpha having a scheduled breakdown unless they were a Rogue.
He ran his fingers through his hair, looking frustrated and honestly, kind of defeated. “If you want to leave now, I won’t stop you. Bringing you here was a bad idea and—”
“What?!”
He blinked, clearly shocked by my sudden outburst.
“What do you mean, a 'bad idea'?” I asked. My heart was thumping so hard I could feel it in my throat. I knew the idea forming in my head was probably the most dangerous thing I'd ever considered, but I couldn't help it.
“I want in,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady.
Now he looked even more lost than before.
“I want to be the one you call every Friday.”
“Pardon?” He stared at me like I’d officially lost my mind. I mean, to be fair, I probably had.
“I’ll be your servant! Or whatever you call them!” I blurted out, slamming my hands on his desk to show I wasn't backing down.
My heart was racing. I loved this man, and if this was his "real" self, there was no way in hell I was going to let some random "agreement" girl be the one he shared it with. It had to be me. It was going to be me.
He let out a low, dark chuckle that made the hair on my arms stand up. He clenched his jaw, massaging his temple like I was giving him a massive migraine. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t just hear you say that, Sienna.”
“I’m not joking, Sev! I lov—”
“Stop right there.” He stood up, towering over me with that same intense glare from last night. “You’re a child, Sienna. You have zero clue what you’re actually asking for. Now, get out. I have work to do.”
I bit my lip, the sting of that word—child—hitting me harder than any whip could. “I am not a child anymore!”
“And yet, you’re already on the verge of tears,” he countered, his voice softening just a fraction. He sighed, standing up and leaning across the desk to run his hand through my hair. His touch was so familiar, so warm. “You’ll always be a little sister to me, Sien. I don’t know where you got this crazy idea, but do yourself a favor: forget last night happened and never set foot in the North Wing again. Do you understand?”
I couldn't help it; I leaned into his palm. The way he touched my hair always felt so intimate, so right, but I didn’t want "sisterly." I wanted more.
Actually, now that the initial shock of last night had worn off, I wasn’t even scared. I was… curious. Okay, fine—it was kind of exciting. Maybe I move on from things too fast, but I didn't care. I wanted to be the one in that room with him.
“Sien. Do you understand?” he repeated, dropping his voice into that "Alpha command" register that made my knees weak.
I nodded, totally compelled by his authority. “Yes. I’m sorry.”
“Good girl. Now, go get ready. Your classes start tomorrow.”
I nodded again and walked out of the study, my heart hammering against my ribs. But the second the door clicked shut behind me, my mind started spinning.
Good girl.
Those two words made my cheeks feel like they were on fire. Now that I was thinking clearly, the idea of being the one tied up in that room… it didn't sound like a nightmare anymore. It sounded like a thrill.
I covered my face with my hands, my skin burning. God, I’m a mess. But the question wasn't if I was going to do it anymore. It was how.