Chapter 112 SIGIL
SEBASTIAN'S POV
The pack square is louder than usual this morning with vendors calling out prices for fresh bread and smoked fish and pups chasing each other between stalls.
At the far end of the line, I even see warriors clanking past in training armor all good for their morning training.
Normally, I like the noise. It drowns out my thoughts and my delusional mind but today, it just makes me feel even more exposed than usual.
I keep my head down and my hands stuffed deep in my jacket pockets to try and remain unnoticeable.
Unwise in a pack where everyone knows everyone simply by scent and I find out very soon almost immediately.
Every few steps, I catch someone staring at me. It's either quick glances that linger too long on me or whispers that cut off almost immediately when I look up.
The killing of the Rogue has spread like wildfire not just in the cafeteria , but in the whole pack.
They don’t know the exact details, thank the goddess, but they know something happened.
Something violent and something an Omega definitely shouldn’t have survived.
Alisander is mercifully quiet for once, thank the goddess.
There are no replays or filthy commentary from him in my mind.
Just a low, amused hum in the back of my mind whenever I flush at a memory from yesterday.
The mate link is still open and feels too… new. Like you just got a new car or something.
Ragnar's presence is steady and restrained in my mind, like he’s deliberately keeping his volume low.
I can feel him there all day and he hasn't spoken since we did the deed last night.
Until now.
You’re avoiding the training yard pup.
His voice rolls through my head in the same deep baritone, sounding a little amused.
I nearly trip over my own feet.
”I’m not avoiding anything,” I think back, too quickly. “I just… needed breakfast.”
A low chuckle brushes against the inside of my skull.
You needed to hide.
“I’m not hiding.” I gasp out.
You’re wearing my jacket with the hood up in the middle of summer.
I tug the hood lower. “It’s… chilly.”
How did he even see me?
Another laugh from him and this time it's suggestive.
You’re still thinking about yesterday.
My face goes instantly hot.
“No I’m not!”
Liar.
I can practically see his smirk through the bond.
Are you replaying the part where you begged me to let you come?
“I did not beg–”
You did. His voice drops lower now. You said “please, Alpha” six times. I counted.
I make a strangled noise out loud in frustration.
He's right
A passing Delta gives me a strange look that makes me duck my head and walk faster.
Great I would soon be the crazy Omega
“Stop it.”
You also cried my name when you finally came. Very prettily I might add.
“Alisander was the one who–”
Alisander didn’t force your fingers inside yourself, Ragnar cuts in smoothly, shutting me up. Or make you edge yourself for almost an hour while you sobbed for permission.
I’m burning alive and right in public.
My cock twitches traitorously in my pants at the memory, at his voice commanding stop, again, not yet, until I was crying and desperate.
“I hate you,” I think at him.
No you don’t.
“Oh I do.”
Then why are you hard right now?
I stop dead in the middle of the square, forgetting people are looking at me
“I’m not–”
You are. A pause. I can feel it through the bond Sebastian you’re leaking again.
I clench my thighs together and start walking faster, my cheeks flaming as I beeline to my cabin.
One of the beautiful perks of being a werewolf is our extraordinary sense of smell.
And now thanks to Ragnar, I'm not going to only be the killer Omega, I will soon be the perverted killer Omega since I'm going on smelling of slick in the market square!
“This is your fault.”
You could have cut the link anytime, he points out sounding calm and almost gentle. You didn’t.
I open my mouth to argue, then close it.
He’s right.
I could have. At any point in time I could have slammed the bond shut, told him no and walked away.
But I didn’t.
I wanted it all, I wanted him.
The realization hits like a punch straight to my guts as I figure that out.
I’m so busy reeling from it that I don’t see the wolf in front of me until I walk straight into him.
Hard.
My shoulder slams into a solid chest that causes me to stumble back with my jacket hood falling down and looking up into the face of Peter.
He was one of the border Deltas. He is tall, scarred and very mean, especially to me when we were growing up.
He is one of the wolves who’s never hidden his resentment that an inexperienced Omega like me got assigned to the Alpha’s personal guard when he didn’t.
So I'm not surprised when he snarls and shoves me hard causing me to hit the ground on my ass very hard as my breath is knocked out of me in a sharp wheeze.
“Watch it, Omega,” he spits, looming over me. “Some of us actually work for our place here instead of going around smelling like you want to be fucked.”
I scramble to apologize trying to stand back up. “I’m sorry–I didn’t see you–”
My jacket has shifted in the fall.
The collar slipped down my shoulder, exposing the skin over my left collarbone without me noticing.
Peter’s eyes lock on it and he visibly goes pale.
Then turns white completely in horror.
His mouth opens, closes and opens again.
He points at me with his finger shaking right at the mark on my shoulder.
A small and perfect crescent moon sigil burned into my skin the night the bond fully snapped open.
I hadn’t even noticed it until now and what a really bad place to announce it.
“Why…” His voice cracks. “Why do you have a sigil on your shoulder?”
The square goes quiet as almost at the same time everyone turns to look at me with questions in their eyes.