Chapter 133 MISUNDERSTANDINGS
SEBASTIAN’S POV
The door swings open and the mood immediately shifts.
Dax doesn’t hesitate at all for one second.
All he sees is the tension still thick in the air and his entire posture changes into one that is protective.
His eyes flick between us once, taking everything in with a speed that makes my chest tighten.
The distance between me and Ragnar and the tight set of my shoulders with how there's a barely contained storm in Ragnar’s eye.
And just like that,
The moment he sees me and sees Ragnar behind me, he immediately walks in whether I want him to or not.
Dax steps inside fully and deliberately places himself between I and Ragnar.
“Sebastian,” he says, his voice low but edged with concern as he asks without taking his eyes off of Ragnar. “Are you alright?”
I open my mouth to talk but Ragnar speaks first.
“Get out.”
The command is quiet and controlled like he's finding the patience in him but there’s no mistaking the authority in it.
Dax doesn’t move or even acknowledge it and for the first time since he put himself in this situation, he focuses on me.
And that’s when I see it.
The shift in his expression with the assumption forming behind his eyes.
His jaw tightens as his stance widens just slightly but prepares for an attack from Ragnar.
Dax is someone that loves stories and that's evident from our first meeting. So I know he has already drawn his conclusion on the whole thing.
“You shouldn’t be here alone with him,” Dax says, his voice hardening as he finally turns to face Ragnar fully, ignoring my pleading gaze.
My stomach drops to the floor
Oh no.
No, no, no–
“Dax–” I start.
But he doesn’t stop.
“You don’t get to come in here and corner him,” he continues, stepping forward for just a fraction. “Not after what happened.”
Ragnar goes quiet from the front.
The kind of stillness that means something is about to snap.
“You think I don’t see what this is?” Dax presses on. “You think I don’t understand what you’re trying to do? How despicable can you be?”
I can feel it now as the tension is rising fast.
Compared to the tension before, the one replacing it is more sharper and dangerous.
Ragnar’s voice, when it finally comes, is colder than I’ve ever heard it before.
“You are overstepping Dax.”
Dax lets out a short, humorless breath.
“No,” he says. “I’m stepping exactly where I need to, against Alphas like you.”
My pulse spikes as this is going very, very wrong.
“You already lost your chance,” Dax continues with his voice cutting deep. “You don’t get to drag him back now just because you changed your mind. He now has someone else.”
Ragnar takes a slow step forward as his eyes flashes in calculation.
And suddenly the room feels too small as the both of them look like they want to kill each other.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about Dax, don't act rash,” Ragnar says.
“Oh I don't?” Dax shoots back immediately. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re trying to force him into doing something he doesn’t want.”
Well technically I'm the one forcing him into doing something he doesn't want.
Dax has it all wrong.
But wait, what is he talking about?
I look at his disgusted look and at Ragnar's barely contained rage filled one as my breath catches.
Force?
He thinks Ragnar is forcing me to do something I don't want?
Wait…?
Seeing as he thinks I have a different mate and he's disgusted by Ragnar does he think I'm being forced to be a… mistress?
Oh–
Oh no, from the look in his eyes, I'm almost certain that’s what he thinks.
That Ragnar–
That I–
“Dax, stop,” I say quickly, reaching out to kill this train of thought before it becomes any more absurd.
But he’s already too far gone in his damn storyteller mind.
“You don’t get to treat him like that,” Dax continues with his voice rising slightly. “He’s not a mere object of something you can just take when it suits you–”
“Enough!”
Ragnar’s voice cuts through the room like a sharp blade but it doesn't deter Dax at all.
Dax doesn't flinch or even back down as if anything, Ragnar's outburst fuels him even further.
“If you think I’m going to stand by and let you with your stupid position that you've let go to your head, try and hurt–”
“I said enough Dax, I will not repeat myself..”
The temperature in the room drops to a sudden low and for a second, it feels like something bad is about to happen.
It's almost noticeable that these two would soon be wrecking through the little furniture I have and destroying my place.
No correction, Ragnar would be using Dax's face to wreck through my furniture and destroy my place.
So before either of them do something that I'd regret later in the future, I move without thinking.
My hand shoots out, grabbing Dax’s elbow firmly as I stop him before he can take another step to challenge Ragnar.
“Dax.”
He stills just slightly as his gaze flickers to me.
“Let it go,” I say quietly as his brows draw together.
If he were to go in any closer as a challenge to Ragnar, even if Ragnar would have not wanted it, his wolf would have risen up in the challenge and may end up hurting Dax badly.
“But–”
“We were just talking,” I interrupted Dax gently, shaking my head. “That’s all.”
He searches my face and really looks at me this time instead of focusing on Ragnar like he’s really trying to figure out if I’m lying.
Or if I’m being coerced or forced to do anything.
What a crazy test of events my life has taken.
Mere weeks ago I would have died happily if I had a dream that I would become Ragnar's mate but now? I'm here insisting on Ragnar rejecting me with a funny friend who thinks I've been wronged.