Chapter 15 CHAPTER 15
The night air hung thick over the Moore estate, the scent of pine and smoke drifting from the forest beyond. Sebastian sat alone on the porch steps, elbows on his knees, staring at the gravel path that gleamed silver under the moon. His shirt clung to his skin, the fabric damp from the hours he’d spent sparring just to burn the unrest gnawing at him. It hadn’t worked.
Days later, the ache still pulsed behind his ribs - an invisible thread tugging every few heartbeats, faint yet relentless. He pressed a hand to his chest as though he could force the sensation to stop. “It should’ve faded,” he muttered. “I ended it.”
But the bond hadn’t died. It smoldered inside him like coal that refused to cool. Kael’s silence had become its own punishment; the wolf no longer growled or argued, just brooded somewhere deep where Sebastian couldn’t reach him.
A low creak of the door drew his attention. His mother stepped out, wrapped in a pale robe, a cup of steaming tea in her hands. The glow from the hall brushed her silver-threaded hair.
“You’ve been out here for hours,” Lydia said softly. “You need rest.”
He didn’t look up. “I can’t sleep.”
She set the cup beside him. “Your father says patience builds strength.”
“He also says strength comes from peace,” Sebastian answered, voice rough. “What if I can’t find it?”
Her eyes filled with quiet worry. “The Goddess never binds two souls without reason.”
The words sliced through the fragile calm. Sebastian stood abruptly, turning toward the dark yard. “Then the Goddess made a mistake.”
The doorway filled with his father’s shadow. Alpha Richard’s tone was level, almost weary. “A leader doesn’t curse divine judgment. He learns from it.”
“Then maybe I’m not ready to lead,” Sebastian snapped.
Richard studied him for a long, unreadable moment before walking back inside. Lydia’s hand touched her son’s arm briefly - a mother’s instinctive plea - then she, too, withdrew.
Silence returned, heavier than before. Sebastian’s pulse thudded in his temples. He hated how the bond still hummed, hated that the thought of the girl he’d rejected could twist his composure like this. She was nothing. She should have been nothing.
A soft laugh floated from the path below, light as perfume.
“Brooding suits you, you know,” Sara said, stepping into the lamplight. The hem of her dress shimmered against her legs, her smile polished and knowing.
Sebastian’s shoulders stiffened. “What are you doing here?”
“Checking on my favorite Alpha-in-training.” She perched on the railing beside him, her perfume settling between them like fog. “You’ve been avoiding everyone since the festival. Even me.”
He exhaled through his teeth. “I’m fine.”
She tilted her head, eyes glinting. “You don’t look fine.”
He didn’t answer. The moonlight caught the lines of tension across his jaw.
Sara leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Talk to me.”
He hesitated, then said quietly, “I can still feel it - the bond. I thought rejecting her would cut it clean, but it’s still there. It’s like something tugging at the back of my mind.”
“Guilt?” she asked gently.
“No,” he said too fast. “Just… the bond refusing to die.” He stared into the trees. “It’s making me weak. Even the trainer says I’m off balance.”
Sara’s hand found his arm. “You’re not weak, Sebastian. You did what you had to do.”
Her tone was honey-soft, confident, laced with reassurance that slid easily into his veins.
“She would have made a terrible Luna,” she continued. “A servant girl without a wolf? You’d have spent every day protecting her instead of leading your pack. The Goddess chose wrong - but you chose right.”
He wanted to believe her. Her voice, her scent, her closeness - all of it pulled him from the edge of thought into something simpler, quieter.
“You’re going to be Alpha someday,” she murmured. “You can’t afford doubt.”
Sebastian’s mouth curved faintly. “Maybe you’re right.”
“I’m always right,” she teased, then leaned in until her breath brushed his ear. “So… do you want to feel better?”
He looked at her then, really looked - at the way her eyes gleamed in the moonlight, the mischievous tilt of her lips. For the first time all night, his grin surfaced, slow and dangerous. “Yeah,” he said, voice low. “I do.”
Sara stood, holding out her hand. “Then come inside.”
The hallways were hushed as they walked. The cottage slept while their shadows moved across the walls, two figures drawn by something between comfort and defiance.
In his room, the air felt charged, heavy with the promise of release. The door closed softly, shutting the world away. Moonlight spilled through the window, painting their faces in silver and shadow.
She turned toward him, eyes half-lidded. The distance between them vanished like breath on glass.
Their kiss was hungry - born not of tenderness but of the need to silence everything else. Sara’s laughter tangled with his ragged exhale as they stumbled toward the bed.
“Is this better?” Sara asked between kisses.
Sebastian’s gaze darkened, his voice low. “A little… but I think I need more.”
She barely had time to respond before his lips claimed hers again - slower this time, deeper, like he was searching for something he’d lost. His hands slid up her back, drawing her closer until she could feel his heartbeat pounding in rhythm with her own. A shiver escaped her when his lips found her neck, trailing warmth along her skin.
His hands found her shirt and he unbuttoned her shirt and started kissing her right breast as he caressed the other with his hand. Sara moaned as he his tongue sucked on her nipple, making them as hard as rock. Sebastian took his mouth off her breast briefly, tilting his head to see the desire burning in her eyes.
“Don’t stop!” she protested, he chuckled teasingly.
Sarah's lowered her hands to Sebastian’s buckle, unzipping his trouser, then she puts her hand inside his boxer, and started caressing his cock, she could feel it getting hard in her hands. She giggled as Sebastian moaned in ecstasy.
“More,” he moaned in pleasurable pain.
Sara shoved him and he fell with a soft thud on the bed. She played with his cock with her hand some more, leaned and put it in her mouth. Sebastian let out a loud moan.
“Sshh. You’ll wake your parents up.” Sara chuckled.
“Please don’t stop!” he whispered back as he took her head in both his arms and thrust his cock in her mouth, his buttocks moving up and down as he thrust deeper and faster with each time. The thrusts came faster and deeper with hurried urgency until he couldn’t hold it anymore. He gave one last moan, his face twisting in pleasure as he released in her mouth.
Sara chuckled as she kissed him, her mouth salty from his cum.
“Better?” She asked.
“Mmmmh…” Sebastian moaned as he collapsed back on the bed.
Outside, the moon climbed higher, indifferent witness to the desperate union meant to erase a bond written in the stars.
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Far away in the city, beneath that same moon, Cindy stirred in her sleep.
At first it was a dream - heat rolling through her body like fever. Then the pain struck. A sudden, searing wave tore through her chest, wrenching a cry from her throat. She sat up on Isabel’s narrow mattress, gasping, clutching at her heart.
Her skin burned as if fire licked beneath it; every nerve screamed.
“Lisa… make it stop,” she whispered, trembling.
The voice inside her came faint and mournful: I can’t. He’s with her.
Cindy’s breath broke into sobs. The truth hit harder than any slap or rejection could. The bond had not died. It lived through her veins, twisting her from the inside out.
She doubled over, pain arching her spine. The room spun; the dim streetlight beyond the window blurred into gold streaks through her tears.
Each pulse carried another spark of heat, another echo of pleasure that wasn’t hers. It sickened her, the knowledge that somewhere, he was reaching for someone else while her body burned with the shadow of it.
She pressed her fists against her chest, whispering hoarse pleas into the darkness. “Please… stop…”
But the bond ignored her. It was merciless, alive, binding her to every heartbeat, every rush of desire that wasn’t meant for her.
She slid from the mattress onto the cold floorboards, curling into herself. The tears came silently now, her breath shallow, her body trembling with each phantom touch.