Chapter 46 SEBASTIAN
RAGNAR'S POV
What Lance clearly wants is Sebastian in the arena thoroughly exposed and humiliated in front of my pack and every rival pack.
My pack would never accept such weakness and neither would any others.
He's trying to cut off any route Sebastian can have to escape just like I did to him years ago after our big fight.
So this is his grand plot for vengeance.
And if I even dare mention that Sebastian is actually my true mate… we'll both be pursued and killed.
So I can’t back down, not here and not now.
Not with every one of my rivals here with me.
I meet Lance’s gaze and let him see the slow and torturous death I’m promising him in my eyes but he only smiles back.
“Fine,” I say, my voice flat and cold like winter. “A challenge I accept. All packs will send their champions and the winner gets to claim second place under the Alpha of Alphas, me. There will be no killing.”
I stare pointedly at Thorne to which he just shrugs.
“And whoever draws first blood wins or submission ends it. MoonCrest will compete too.”
Draven whoops a savage sound of triumph.
How did he even get to become an Alpha?
Thorne laughs again and starts clapping his hands at once.
Mira nods once as if satisfied like she’s just brokered a deal she can live with.
And Lance.
Lance’s smile widens even more than I thought possible.
Kael steps closer to me, his voice low so only I can hear over the rising cheers and whoopings from the others.
“This is a mistake Ragnar and you know it. He’s only baiting you and you actually agreed. He only cares about having this Omega of yours in the ring.”
“I know,” I mutter back with my jaw tight. “But I can’t let them think I’m afraid. Especially Thorne and Draven, not now.”
The circle dissolves into planning and setting up dates, rules, and where it would happen.
Lance lingers at the edge of the sacrificial ground, his eyes never leaving my body.
“See you soon, old lover,” he says softly, like a sad parting.
I don’t answer or say anything.
I don't want to risk ripping out his vocal cords from his jugular in anger.
I just turn around and walk away with dread.
The sudden weight of what I’ve just agreed to settling in my chest like an anvil on me.
Sebastian is going to hate me for this.
Sebastian's POV
I wake slowly like I’m being dragged up from the bottom of a very deep lake.
The first thing that hits me is the scent around me.
It smells like pine smoke and something else.
Something richer and darker.
I look around before registering what the smell is.
It's Ragnar.
Oh he smells so good, so I take another whiff of his pillows and bury my face in it.
I take my time before looking around and then at myself.
It’s everywhere, his scent is everywhere.
It's soaked into the black silk sheets tangled in my legs and clinging to my skin.
Why do I smell of him?
And where am I?
My whole body feels heavy and sore in places I didn’t even know it was possible to feel sore in.
My inner thighs are burning and my hips feel tender and not my own.
My neck and both of my wrists are throbbing and looking ghastly with faint bruises that pulse with my heartbeat.
Then like a cruel joke, the memory of the past few hours slams into me like a fist in my gut.
Heat.
I was in my heat.
I had slick pouring out from me in waves.
Alpha Ragnar's massive hands pinning my hips with his mouth on my throat.
His fangs sinking in just enough to tease and draw blood with his tongue lapping at it while I arched and begged.
Oh my day!
I curl in embarrassment as my memory continues.
His three fingers curled inside me and hitting that spot over and over again until I screamed his name and saw white repeatedly.
And oh my days, he actually had his cock sliding between my thighs and teasing me over and over again without actually penetration?
I bolt upright so fast the room spins in my vision.
The sheets slide down to my waist and I’m left completely naked with one realization.
I am completely naked in Alpha Ragnar’s bed.
My face burns hotter than any fever could make it.
“Oh goddess,” I whisper, my voice still hoarse and cracking, a reminder from earlier.
My hands fly to my neck as I spy countless of bruises and bites just on my hand alone.
Even my inner thighs ache were not spared as they were littered with fang bites and hickeys all over.
I look thoroughly ravished without actually being ravished.
I scramble out of his bed and nearly collapse.
My legs are still shaky with my thighs slick with the wet remnants of last night.
My clothes are now in tatters on the floor, what am I going to wear?
I grab the first thing I see from the corner and it's one of Alpha Ragnar’s tunics from before. It completely swamps and overwhelms me looking more like a dress in me with it hanging at my mid thigh region.
And it smells just like him…
I catch my reflection in the tall polished mirror against the wall as I pass.
Messy black hair plastered to my forehead, wide glassy eyes with swollen red lips. My neck showing the map of the realm with red hickeys as points starting from my neck down to my collar bone and disappearing into the tunic.
I looked wrecked and claimed.
And I actually remember begging for each and every single mark dotting and scattered in my skin, I even cried for more when I saw they were healing.
Heat floods me again across my face, not the fever kind but shame working its way to me.
So… I had my first heat.
My very first one.
And I spent it writhing under the one person I obsess over.
I kept on coming apart while he held back just enough to stop himself from knotting me.
Damn.
I fight back the crazy grin that's stealing itself on my face.
Today has to be my birthday. I mean things do not just favor me this often.
I slink into the edge of the bed with my hands trembling on my lap.
So, what now?
What happens from here?
Do I pretend like it didn’t happen?
How do I look him in the eye after I sobbed his name and begged for more?
How do I explain that I broke customs and rules when I bit him back so hard I tasted his blood and marked him like he marked me?
What do I do or rather, what have I done?!