The Immortal King

5: New Liz

Light.

Bright Light.

My eyes fluttered open then shut just as quickly.

The light was blinding, even through my lids, and I was still sleepy so I attempted to cover my face with the comforter, but something was stopping me. He was stopping me.

Currently, my back was to his front, our legs were tangled, his right arm was draped over my hip while the other supported my head, and his face was buried in the crook of my neck.

My body was immobile.

It was impossible for me to move any parts and I wondered how I'd comfortably fell into this position to begin with.

Blinding light. I groaned, tightly shutting my eyes once more before attempting to shrug him off. My feet kicked, my body squirmed, but no progress was being made. My elbow swung along with my fist, but still nothing.

At least let me turn around, you asshole. The struggling went on until, as if his body had unconsciously read my mind, he moved more to the other side of the bed giving me just enough room to turn around.

"Yes!", I screeched causing his eyes to suddenly open and me to jump. I smiled awkwardly examining the now awake Sebastien.

His eyes were a brighter green shade due to the light reflecting and his hair was a mess. His breathing was even and the beast wasn't here now. He was calm.

Sebastien groaned at the sight of the light.

He scolded it and hid in my neck. He then pulled me closer by my hip and breathed me in.

This action brought me back into my previous position of suffrage causing me to whine in annoyance, "The light.."

I could feel his brows furrowing in confusion against me, "Sebastien..."

"Hm?", he croaked still casually taking in my scent.

"Sebastien, the light. It burns. Move", he immediately detangled himself from my body and moved to the other side of the bed with no further struggle.

"Sorry", he rubbed his eyes and yawned, arms stretched wide, resembling a small child.

I stretched my legs and arms causing my body to arch then relax resulting in me facing him once again. His body faced the ceiling and he stared silently probably deep in thought. As per usual, Sebastien had spaced out and left me to admire him.

Waking up to his face was always nice. As long as he didn't speak or display his genuine personality, he was always beautiful to me. His beautiful eyes, soft hair that I loved to run my fingers through, his perfectly sculpted nose, lips, flawless face, hell even his ears were luxurious.

His physical features were mesmerizing and every morning I'd catch myself admiring them. He was gorgeous.

"Liz?", my heart melted at the sound of his morning voice. He turned to his side to look at me.

I cleared my throat, "Yeah?"

"We did it again last night", he spoke.

So that's what he's been thinking so hard about...He was referring to the two times when we'd gone from I can't stand you to I'm ready for you to make me yours.

I sighed aloud, "I'm aware Sebastien"

He furrowed his brows and looked to me. "First in my office, then last night- Liz I apologize. I should have more self control in these situations..."

I always have to keep remembering that this is morning Sebastian speaking to me and I shouldn't be surprised when he does s**t like apologize. I've got to get used Jekyll and Hyde.

"Don't apologize", I spoke softly stroking his face, "We're mates. Sometimes when we are bonding, the bond just gets so strong that we feel the need to get- closer. It's normal"

I said this more so trying to convince myself than him. These situations made things between us much more confusing than necessary and conjured up emotions I told myself I would never have.

He nodded in agreement, "But you know what it'll eventually lead to right? I won't be having i*********e with you if you're only doing it because of the mate bond. I don't like this feeling of not being in control because what if one day we completely lose it and then you regret it. I can't have you hating me even more...."

"Even more?.." I stopped touching his face, "I don't hate you that much... in fact, I don't hate you at all"

There was no change in his face or mine as the awkward silence fell. All I could think about was what to say to make him believe me because I knew he didn't. My past self, the self that found out she would be taken away from her family and given away like some object, would be pissed at my now self. She would probably fight me for saying those words, but they were fact.

How could I hate a person who is only a product of their surroundings? A person who isn't what everyone thinks? A person who obviously needs someone to care about them?

Last night turned me into a b***h.

I rolled out of bed with a sigh and walked to the bathroom where I would escape the silence and his hard stare.

****

"Juliet, I want to know everything!" I almost yelled while helping her to wash the dishes, "And don't you leave out one detail"

Juliet snatched the dish I attempted to wash from my hand, ignoring me. I wasn't allowed to help her do any chores because of my new status, but I didn't give a damn and I refused to just watch.

I snatched the dish back and "hmf"-ed before nudging her, "Come on. Tell me. I need to know how someone as wonderful as you ends up with that"

I also needed some entertainment in this boring estate, "Juliet please? I'm dyin' here"

It took a couple more pleas before Juliet would finally break, "Okay! But you have to tell me everything too-"

"There's nothing to tell", I snapped a little too quick. Juliet gave me a look and I sighed aloud before nodding and offering my pinkie, "I promise, but you first"

We intertwined pinkies and continued to work.

"Well, where do I start?", she began blushing at her own thoughts, "I've lived here my whole life, but I started working when I was thirteen, the time of the old Alpha. During my breaks, I would always go to the garden to read, think, work on spells and just be to myself. Sometimes, I would be there for so long, my mother would have to come looking for me which she hated"

The sound of the dishes being washed by the two of us served as background noise as Juliet continued, "One day, young Sebastien went out of bounds and was about to be attacked when James, a 15 year old rogue at the time, saved him. Because he saved the future Alphas life, Old Alpha granted him mercy and any request of his choosing. James requested to join the pack, of which he was granted, and he was then brought here to be patched up. Because he was a rogue, no one would care for him and I wasn't going to either, but my mom made me as punishment. So instead of being in the garden, I was forced to spend time with someone everyone else saw as a threat. For weeks, I had to take care of him which is how the feelings started and grew. He would go on to tell me about his anger, fears, nightmares, and I would tell him things about me no one else knew. Til' this day, we talk in the garden and see each other every chance we get"

My heart fluttered as we finished our last bit of dishes. That's adorable. I hate how adorable a story about James could be.

"Awe, so when did you lose it?", I smirked now facing her.

Her face became a deeper red, "How do you know its been lost?"

I rolled my eyes, "Right. Because guys just sneak into your room at night to have lovely conversations. Give me a break, I've slept in the same bed with your damn alpha for less than three months and got more action than that"

Juliet smiled, her face beet red causing me to laugh. How was someone so innocent with James? Let alone giving him s****l pleasure.

I shuddered still frowning upon her love choices, "Last year, the night after my 17th birthday. The stars were out and it happened spontaneously in the garden. It was magical and that's all I'm saying. Now it's your turn"

As if he knew he was about to be conjured, in comes the devil himself along with Juliet's Romeo and my favorite sidekick.

Today, rather than being outside my door, the two were taken by Sebastien to help 'take care of things'.

"Hey beautiful", James walks past me, ignoring my existence before practically running to Juliet and engulfing her.

Mason semi-bowed, "Luna. Jules."

Sebastien said nothing, his face stoic, and it felt as if the awkward silence now travelled with us whenever we were together. I didn't move in my spot as Sebastien spoke purposefully ignoring my gaze.

"Juliet, where's Josie? And food please", As if we had not just got done washing a whole load, Juliet rushes to get out 3 dishes for the men to dirty up again. She would also begin to prepare lunch.

Instead of sitting with Mason and Sebastien behind the counter, James helped her, "My mother is in the library. She left me with the rest of the morning and afternoon chores"

As she continued, she would point to things and James would get them as if this were routine. They would also have inaudible conversation while the men waited behind the counter. Suddenly feeling intrusive, I walked behind the counter and sat next to Sebastien where I would begin my own inaudible banter.

"Are you going to look at me?", I whispered. I didn't mean for those to be the first words out of my mouth, but I just wanted him to look at me.

His eyes were a darker green meaning that he was aggravated, probably from something before, "What's the matter?"

He didn't say anything, all he did was look, "We have to talk sooner or later, don't be childish about it"

Sebastien sighed bringing his face closer to mine as if what he was about to say was a secret, "If you don't hate me, how do you feel?"

It was my turn to look and say nothing. This was not a conversation to have around others while sitting behind a counter waiting for lunch. This was not a question to spring up out of the blue. It was a question that I had been internally searching for the answer to since I made the revelation.

It was a question that created messy confusion. A question that would be simple for the old Liz to answer.

Sebastien sat looking at me and I watched as his eyes circled the details of my face attentively looking for a clue to solve the mystery that were my emotions.