Chapter 23
Sebastian’s POV
Sweat stung my eyes, dripping down my face as I landed another brutal punch on the training dummy. The wood cracked, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.
My wolf paced restlessly inside me, snarling every time Hardin’s name crossed my mind.
She stayed with him.
Of all people.
My knuckles were raw and bloody, but I didn’t care. Pain was good. Pain kept me from going insane.
“Alpha.”
I spun at the sound of a voice, chest heaving. My Beta stood there, cautious but firm.
“You’ve been out here for hours. The warriors are worried—”
“I don’t care what they’re worried about!” I snapped, voice booming across the grounds. Several trainees froze mid-spar.
The Beta didn’t flinch. “They think you’re going to collapse if you keep this up.”
“Let me collapse then,” I growled. “She’s gone, and I can’t sit still knowing she’s—”
I cut myself off, my jaw clenching.
Knowing she’s with him.
My wolf snarled again, the sound vibrating in my chest.
I slammed my fist into the dummy one last time, shattering it completely before turning away.
I had to find her.
And when I did, I was dragging her back home — whether she liked it or not.
Rhianna’s POV
I sat on the couch, arms wrapped around myself, staring blankly at the floor.
The door banged open.
Sebastian stood there, chest heaving, sweat-soaked, his shirt sticking to him. His eyes locked on me immediately, blazing with fury and something else — desperation.
“I was looking for you everywhere,” he said, his voice low and rough.
I didn’t answer.
“Say something.” His voice rose, cracking with frustration. “Yell at me. Scream at me. Hit me. Do anything, just don’t—”
His chest heaved as if the words were ripping out of him.
“—just don’t sit there and look at me like that.”
I swallowed hard, my throat aching.
He stepped closer, running both hands through his hair like he was about to lose his mind.
“Fine,” he said hoarsely. “I’ll take it all. The blame. The anger. I’ll take every word you throw at me. But just—” His voice broke. “—just don’t leave me again.”
Something hot stung my eyes, but I refused to cry.
“I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, taking another step toward me. “I’m sorry for calling you barren. I’m sorry for letting Brittany in. I’m sorry I didn’t defend you. I’m sorry for every word I said that made you feel small.”
I finally looked at him. His face was raw, broken.
“But just know this,” he whispered, voice shaking, “I can’t live without you, Rhianna.”
The words cut through me like a blade.
And then his expression hardened.
“Whose house were you at?”
I froze.
“Tell me.” His jaw was tight, his wolf close to the surface. “Was it Hardin’s?”
My lips parted. “Yes.”
His chest rose and fell rapidly. “Did he fuck you?”
My heart pounded. I should’ve said no. I should’ve stopped there.
But something inside me — something sharp and angry and wounded — snapped.
“No,” I said, my voice cold. “But I regret not letting him fuck me on the kitchen counter.”
His nostrils flared.
Before I could blink, he crossed the room and grabbed me, crushing his mouth against mine in a rough, bruising kiss.
My back hit the wall, and I gasped against his lips as his hands pinned mine above my head.
“You think that’s funny?” he growled against my mouth. “You think I’m going to let him touch what’s mine?”
“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you—”
He cut me off with another savage kiss, biting my bottom lip hard enough to make me gasp.
His breath was ragged. “How about I give you exactly what you wanted,” he snarled, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl, “right here.”
Before I could respond, he scooped me up, tossing me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing, and carried me toward the kitchen.
I hit his back with my fists. “Put me down, Sebastian!”
“Gladly,” he said darkly, slamming me down onto the counter.
The cool surface sent a shock through me. My heart was racing so hard it hurt.
He kissed me again, rough and demanding, his hands gripping my thighs as if he couldn’t get close enough.
“I hate you,” I whispered against his mouth.
“No, you don’t,” he growled, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. “You love me. Say it.”
I bit my lip, refusing.
He gripped my chin. “Say it, Rhianna.”
“I love you,” I choked out, tears finally spilling over.
His expression softened for a fraction of a second before he kissed me again — slower this time, deeper.
i moaned as he caressed me. This is what I've always wanted. He dropped me on the kitchen counter. He slowly removed the skirt I was putting on. My pants. Shirt. Bra.
His hand moved to my breast. His eyes never leaving mine.
"tell me you want me" his voice said. He kept on staring into my soul
"say it" he commanded
"i.. I want you Sebastian " a moan escaped my lips.
Sebastian pushed my body making me lie down on the kitchen counter.
Fuck, I'm horny asf I feel like I'm going crazy. It's been months Sebastian has been this deliberate and this is what I wanted.
Sebastian spread my legs wide open. His finger trailing on laps. My eyes were shut enjoying the moment when I felt his warm lips on my honey pot...
"Fuck me Hardin" i moaned lowly.... Wait Hardin, no no definitely slip of tongue thankfully Sebastian didn't hear it.
"Geez Rhianna, you are so wet and fucking beautiful " Sebastian moaned
Fuck me, Please, yesss
my moan filled the room as his tongue kept on doing magic on my honey pot.
I ran my hands through his hair in between my legs as I kept on moaning in estacy..
And for a moment, everything else — Brittany, the council, the pain — disappeared.