The Immortal King

4: Content

I'd spent the rest of the day with Josie in the garden. It was so beautiful.

There were so many different varieties of flowers that they had. Some were scented and others weren't. There were also some vegetables that Juliet said they planted so that all the vegetables they are were fresh.

The most neat thing there though was  the gorgeous fountain that she said was hand crafted by a famous Italian sculptor and his crew. I found that piece of information the most interesting because I hadn't even known that people could make custom fountains.

She also proceeded to show me the library  where I picked up some books, the game room, and the living room which was farther from the kitchen then it should've been, in my opinion.

In the living room, we had an intriguing conversation about nothing and everything. I found out that she's eighteen, same age as me, her favorite color is green, and that she was a witch.

Yes, her and her mother were witches and so were the rest of the maids with the exception of those who had debts and were not apart of the witch clan.

I learned a whole lot from her. After my tour, I helped her do laundry and bake a chocolate cake that we later ate with ice cream.

Overall, my day in had been more of a success than I'd thought.

"Thank you Juliet, for today. I'm glad I made a friend in this house," I laughed, "At least I won't go completely mad"

Juliet yawned as she walked me to my room where the two giants had still been standing. I swear, these two were completely useless.

"It was no biggie, all you needed was a little work and tour to keep you occupied", she smiled and patted down her maid outfit, "I had a lot of fun Liz. I hope we can have more fun for as long as you're here"

During the day, Juliet and I established that she'd be calling me Liz now and in front of those who care about titles like her mother, she'd call me Luna for the sake of not getting lectured.

I was okay with that, as long as I didn't have to hear the words Luna popping in and out of my ear everyday.

We finally stood in front of the two assholes who's eyes still seemed to be glued to the nothing in front of them.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. I'd been gone practically the whole day and I hadn't seen them watching me in anyway, shape, or form.

I mean, I know I didn't want them breathing down my neck, but they could've at least attempted to do their job.

"Hey slackers", I spoke slapping each of them on the arm simultaneously.

James ignored me, but for the first time actually acknowledged my presence. He glanced at me and then to Juliet.

"Hey Jules," he smiled- wait smiled?

I furrowed my brows a little as Juliet looked up at him fiddling with her blue maid outfit, "Hey Jamie"

He looked at her for a second and uncrossed his arms grabbing her hands into his causing my heart to stop instantly. I then looked to Mason who was looking at the two of them as if this were the most usual thing.

James brought Juliet, or Julie, into a sweet hug and I covered my mouth hiding the laugh seeing this stern rock faced asshole be sweet to my new friend.

"No"..I mumbled to myself.

He's not a good person. How? She's so sweet and great.

"I missed you", he whispered in her ear causing her to giggle in his arms.

"Jamie, you saw me this morning..and last night...and-" she smiled burrowing her face in his arm hiding the sudden blush as they stood in the same embrace.

"-I know, but I still missed you", he laughed- LAUGHED?!. I didn't even know he had feelings. Oh goodness, what is this?

When they finally parted, James still had his arm hooked around Juliet's waist with her head held down as if she were now all shy again.

I cleared my throat causing the two of them to look up at me, "Are you two together?"

James rolled his eyes at me as Juliet lightly slapped his chest whispering a be nice.

As if he were capable.

Juliet attempted to wiggle out of his embrace to come towards me, but James wouldn't let her move, "Yes and no, it's complicated. But that was never any of your business"

I rolled my eyes to the asshole,  Juliet why him?

"B-" I was interrupted by the opening of the door below us. He's home.

I looked to Juliet quickly giving her a hug ignoring James' gaze and I told her she could tell me tomorrow. I rushed inside of the bedroom yanking my blue top off leaving me in my tank top and jeans. I then rushed to the nightstand where the nurse usually put my night wear and was only able to change into the pajama pants before hiding the rest of the clothes under the bed.

Then, with a quickness, I plopped into the bed and pretended to be asleep.

I didn't want to have any reason to talk to him. The only way to avoid speaking was to sleep.

A couple of moments later, I could hear stomping coming from the steps and words being exchanged outside the door but the door was so far from the bed that I could only hear muffling on the other side.

The door swung open causing me to jump. Since I was facing the other way under the covers, I couldn't see his face, but I could hear his aggravated sighs and growls as he slammed things down.

There was so much commotion and shuffling around and then it all stopped causing me to instinctively close my eyes.

I then felt the other side of the bed dip and the feeling of someone towering over me. His breathing was uneven and heavy. I could feel the energy of the beast radiating off of him.

Don't open your eyes. Don't open your eyes. Don't Liz. Don't do it.

"I know you're not f*****g sleeping", his hand went to my cheek and stroked it as he came down to my ear and whispered tauntingly, "I know you're awake Liz"

I still kept my eyes closed ignoring the shivering feeling of his breath to my ear.

I didn't want to see him or talk to him. The fact that my eyes were closed did absolutely nothing though because he then began to stroke my hair.

This feels nice.

"Fine, you can fake", with that, I thought he'd go away, but instead he did the unexpected.

Sebastien began to flower me with kisses. He first started at my temple, then went down to below my ear, and finally to my neck where he'd moved my hair and lingered there.

"Sebastien", I breathed not meaning for it to come out as a moan. I tried to move away, but Sebastien wouldn't let me.

He continued to kiss along my jawline and went back to my neck, where this time he began to nibble on the sensitive skin there.

This must of been calming him down in some way because his breathing was now beginning to even out. This simple fact even had me considering to let him continue his sweet assault against my neck, but I couldn't. I wouldn't.

No.

That was the moment I'd finally opened my eyes and attempted to move away from him. During my attempt, I tried to move onto my backside to rid the beast attached to my neck which gave him chance to climb on top of me under the covers which he gladly took.

The plan was successful, if you're basing it off the fact that I was trying to get him off my neck, but we were now in an even more awkward position.

He planked himself above me so that we were eye level. His eyes were a dark shade, not of lust, but of anger.

"Sebastien", he didn't answer, he just continued to look down at me, "Whats wrong?"

I whispered the second part which caused him to slowly put himself into the position where his head was on my stomach and arms under my upper body.

We both lay there silently before he answered my question, "Rogues. We have f*****g rogues"

I found my hands in his hair running my fingers through it unconsciously as I spoke, "I don't understand"

He looked up at me with his chin now on my stomach closing his eyes, "We have rogues. This pack- my pack hasn't had rogues since my fathers time as alpha King. This is the pack filled with immortals. And if rogues did exist, they have never gotten powerful enough to make their own pack force...we usually get them before they do"

He said the last part more to himself than to me, "You see mate, there have been these rogues who, I don't know for how long, have been planning against us. This has happened before, but no rogue pack force has ever been this smart, this fast in their planning. You see this pack has information on all our s**t. They attacked a small sector of our pack on the outlands, where we send the ancients to peacefully live the rest of their lives, this morning. I still don't know how. That's one of the most heavily guarded sectors..."

He was still ranting to himself aloud, but still giving me the information I'd asked for.

"So why don't you just kill them like you guys always do to rivals?", I asked as he rubbed circles to my sides underneath my tank top.

This was the definition of comfort.

"One, we have no rivals, we are our own competition. And two, you can't kill something that leaves no clue. You see these rogues are clean with their work. Good thing, my warriors were able to evacuate the sector to the side the rogues didn't attack"

I nodded, "Yeah, that's good. At least no one was really hurt. B-but I thought no one knew where the outlands were and that's why it's so safe... How did they get in?"

I felt him shrug his shoulders against my hips, "That's what we all want to know. Father's had me up in that stupid Main Pack Office all day trying to figure this mess out basically by myself as if that's how s**t works. All day he's been bossing me the f**k around saying that s**t like this wouldn't happen if he were still Alpha King as if I give a shit..."

I felt his fingers basically scratch me as I hissed, "Sorry did I hurt you? Sorry"

He brought his head up so that his upper body was now off of me and my fingers were out of his hair. The great warmth had suddenly gone and I found myself reaching for his hair again.

"I'm fine," I laughed awkwardly, "Let's keep talking like this"

He stared down at me for a second and went back to his previous position causing the both of us to sigh in content.

"Liz?", I made a noise telling him to go on, "Why do you think I'm a bastard?"

My fingers stopped moving in his hair and I could feel the tears welling up at the sudden memory of the guards coming to my house, "Because you killed my father.."

His fingers had also stopped, "I don't kill people. Or order killings unless people are rogues or they threaten the safety of my pack. My father was the tyrant, not me. I'm not like him"

Sebastien spoke once again more to himself than me. I then thought back to what Josie had said this morning, he's not a monster Luna, just give him a chance...

"I've never. In my entire life ordered a killing to any man who didnt deserve it. I didn't kill or order the killing of your father Liz, I swear...My father was the one who would do such things to his horrid pack, not me", I could hear his voice cracking as I put my fingers back to work.

My heart was beginning to hurt and I didn't want it to. He needed to stop.

"Let's change the subject, please?", I could feel him nod as he also yawned.

"I have another question," he spoke. I breathed hesitant to answer another one of his questions in this mood but I gave my approval anyway.

"What do people think of me- out there?", my breath hitched.

You don't want to know.

"Out w-where?", I sighed not wanting to tell him what he's been portrayed as.

He yawned again, "Come on, Liz. Don't act dumb, tell me. What do my people really think about me?"

A monster. The most evil being after the devil. The Devils best-friend. The man who created nightmares for his enjoyment....

It was crazy because the man laying on my stomach at the moment was none of those things. Now that I think about it, the only reason I thought so low of him was because he killed my father, or so I thought, but then again I couldn't tell for sure.

At this moment, my feelings about who he was were slowly shifting and I couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad one.

I pulled at his hair so that he could go to a hovering position over me again. He moved up to eye-level where pain was now mixed in with the anger that still lingered there.

I held him by his hair, "Dude, can you stop? We are supposed to be having a moment and you're making it sad. Stop worrying about what your father's done or is doing or has done to your name. f**k him. f**k everyone who thinks you're a bad person. Fu-" I stopped myself almost laughing at what I was about to say.

He would take it the wrong way, but that wasn't the way I would've meant it. He laughed with me which made me even more happy knowing that I made him feel better.

"See, we're having a moment", I whispered as we still stared to one another.

He put his forehead against mine and I watched his eyes return to their normal beautiful shade.

"Your head is heavy as hell", I spoke feeling the wave of awkwardness beginning to intrude.

He raised his eyebrows as he flickered his eyes from my eyes to my nose to my lips, "You've carried hell before?"

I rolled my eyes, "No- shut up. Let me try again. You're head is heavy as a whale"

I even rhymed. I thought proudly to myself as he continued to breathe slowly and I could feel his lips brushing against mine. He then moved his hands from my sides onto either side of my head.

I wasn't nervous or opposed to, at all, what was about to happen between the two of us. It had been the perfect moment and I was currently content with whatever else would happen tonight.

Just like that night in his office.

I was happy for it to happen again.

My heart fluttered as he placed his lips softly against mine. First there was a small peck and then him looking at me to reassure him that it was okay.

Then there was another soft placement and our lips continued to move together in perfect sync at a slow pace. It was gentle and he smirked as he bit my lip asking for permission and I gladly accepted his tongue going on its own little adventure around my mouth. I couldn't help but smile due to all the fluttering going on in my stomach.