Chapter 200 THE BEGINNING OF THE END

Chapter 200 THE BEGINNING OF THE END
UNKNOWN'S POV

The room in the cabin smells like sweat, cedarwood and something suspicious.

Outside, the whole pack of MoonCrest remains awake for various reasons.

Some were celebrating the appearance of a new Luna while others were reeling from everything they learned in the square.

Some are even plotting to run away from MoonCrest since their Alpha has been bewitched by that sorceress Sebastian.

But inside Sebastian's cabin, none of that matters–

Especially not right now.

Ragnar’s hand slides up slowly on Sebastian’s spine as Sebastian kisses him again but softer this time, not the wild and brutal make out they had just earlier.

They're no longer frantic but instead on the bed, they're but lapping at each other and basking from the afterglow.

Sebastian sits comfortably in Ragnar’s lap with his thighs wrapping around Ragnar's waist while Ragnar is content to watch Sebastian.

Ragnar is leaning back on the headboard but he has one arm around Sebastian like he has no intention of letting him go ever again.
around his waist while Ragnar leaned back against the headboard, one arm firmly around him like he had no intention of ever letting him leave again.

Which–

In all honesty?

Sebastian doesn't mind at all. If anything, he's happy whenever Ragnar shows off his possessiveness in things like this.

Sebastian smiles faintly against Ragnar’s lips before pulling back just enough to gasp for air.

His lips are now swollen with his hair rivaling a bird's best.

Ragnar looks even worse and somehow, that makes Sebastian ridiculously happy.

The Alpha of Alphas, the man who's feared by entire continents, is currently tattooed with red claw marks down his shoulders to his back and even his butt.

Sebastian traces one lightly with his fingers as Ragnar raises a brow at his actions.

Ragnar catches his wrist immediately with his own and kisses the center of his palm before leaving a small bite behind.

Mine.

The bond purrs warmly between them as for the first time in a long time, it doesn't bother any of them.

But even with all of this, Sebastian could still feel the underlying tension between them, coming from himself especially.

Ragnar notices instantly and hugs him tightly.

“You’re thinking too much again,” Ragnar murmurs quietly.

Sebastian huffs softly.

“You say that like yesterday wasn’t insane.”

“That’s because yesterday was insane.”

That earns a reluctant laugh out of him so Ragnar starts circling his thumb slowly on Sebastian's hip.

“I meant what I said,” Ragnar continues with his tone calmer.
“I planned for this the moment I realized the truth would eventually come out.”

Sebastian blinks in confusion.

“You planned for… all of that?”

“Not the dramatic public trial,” Ragnar admits dryly. “That part was unfortunate.”

Sebastian snorts with annoyance.
That public trial was all because of Ragnar's ex.

“Unfortunate?”

“Mm.” Ragnar looks entirely serious. “I had a whole speech prepared, now it's wasted.”

Sebastian stares at him for two seconds before laughing properly this time.

Ragnar watched him carefully after the laughter fades away.

“I’ll protect you,” he says simply.

No grand declaration or dramatic oath from Ragnar, just absolutely and unwavering certainty.

Something in Sebastian’s chest tightens painfully as he knows Ragnar means it.

Even after he's witnessed all what Alisander can do.

Even after the display of fear in that square, Ragnar still chooses him.

Sebastian leans down and kisses him slowly again.

Then he pulls back just enough for mischief to light up in his eyes.

“You know,” he murmurs lightly as he turns so he straddles Ragnar fully.
“haven’t you realized something yet?”

Ragnar’s brows lift slightly.
“What?”

Sebastian grins in reply.

“I’m stronger than you now.”

For one very long second–

Ragnar simply stares at him.
And then to Sebastian's surprise, Ragnar nods solemnly.

“Yes,” Ragnar says gravely. “That’s true.”

Sebastian blinks.

“…That’s it?”

“Yes.”

“No wounded Alpha pride from you?”

“None.”

“That’s suspicious.”

Ragnar’s mouth twitches slightly before he finally nods.

“Well,” he says carefully, “I suppose that means I need protection now.”

Sebastian narrows his eyes immediately.

“…Protection from what or whom exactly?”

Ragnar’s expression remains completely straight but there's a faint worry in his brows.

“There’s this Omega.”

Sebastian freezes.

“Oh?”

“Mhm.”

Ragnar nods once like he is discussing weather patterns.

“He’s been following me around for years.”

Sebastian chokes on his spit.

Ragnar continues mercilessly even giving him a wink.

“Very concerning behavior.” Ragnar adds as he's shaking his head

“Oh my gods.”

“He also apparently filled an entire cabin with drawings of me.”

Sebastian slaps a hand over Ragnar’s mouth instantly in mortification.

Ragnar’s shoulders shake with laughter.

“You weren’t supposed to see those!”

“They were under your bed, Sebastian.”

“That was PRIVATE.”

“There were more than a hundred sketches.”

Sebastian makes a groan noise that's of pure humiliation as he immediately tries climbing away from Ragnar.

“I’m leaving.”

Ragnar catches him effortlessly around his waist and drags him back down.

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am.”

“No.”

“You’re evil.”

“You love me.”

Sebastian glares at him before nodding and looking away.

Ragnar looks smug and unbearably pleased with himself.

Then, and casually too, he asks Sebastian,

“How about we have a baby?”

Sebastian stares at him in disbelief.

“…What?”

Ragnar’s face remains perfectly serious.

“I think we’d make a cute one.”

Sebastian opens and closes his mouth like three times before spluttering.

“You cannot just say things like that!”

“Why not?”

“Because we almost died two weeks ago!”

“And now you’re stronger than me,” Ragnar points out calmly.

“So clearly we’ll survive.”

Sebastian throws a pillow directly at his face in reply as Ragnar just laughs.

Everything is now calm and peaceful for them as they've both finally found their happy ending.

But deep within the forbidden forest, something terrible stirrs.

“URRRGHH!”

A pale and white hand burst out violently through rotting soil.

Pale fingers claw upwards slowly as finally, the ground cracks open with a wet groan as a naked man drags himself out of the shrine, right where Dax was stabbed and killed.

Silver hair that reaches his calf is draping smoothly over his body as he takes in a long inhale of the air.

Ahhhhhhh.
It's good to be back.

Then he ya
wns lazily.

“Oh by the gods,” he mutters hoarsely. “That was a really long nap.”

And then he smiles cruelly.

“My traitorous sister is finally bound by her own worshippers.”

\~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fin ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

END OF BOOK ONE