Sebastian's Decision
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Sebastian's POV
When I drove into the Crescent Moon Tribe, an inexplicable pain enveloped me. Somehow, instead of being happy and content that his mate was nearby, my wolf was sad, and he was wailing in my head. I asked him why he was like this, but he said that he couldn't answer it, he just vaguely felt that something bad had happened.
For the past seven days, I've been struggling with whether or not to come and get Charlotte.
Honestly, she was beautiful, but she was far from my ideal mate. On top of that, there was an air of sadness hanging around her, sorrow written all over her palm-sized face, and her wonky body looked like it could be blown away by a gust of wind.
As I moved closer to her, I couldn't help but fall into a conflicting emotion of both happiness and sadness, all because of that damned mate bond that allowed me to empathize with her feelings. But I've marked her and I have to keep her by my side or my wolf will get restless and raging, and for the past week, I haven't even been able to work in peace.
No, I can't think about these complicated things anymore, my head starts to hurt. I stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the packhouse as fast as possible.
It has been several years since I last visited the packhouse of the Crescent Moon Tribe. In my memory, it was just a three-story brown bungalow. Now, it has been expanded to several times its original size, and its luxury is close to that of a castle. Alpha Morgan has shown his sharpness in the past two years, rising from unknown to the second most powerful Alpha in the North American werewolf world. At this rate of development, it is not impossible for him to replace me one day.
Alpha Morgan greets me at the door. He looks even younger than he did a few years ago. He has a strong build and high energy, and his brown hair is meticulously combed. When he saw me, he showed a model smile and bowed to me.
"Welcome, Alpha King. Charlotte is taking a bath. Please go inside and sit and wait for her."
Stepping inside, the strong scent of jasmine hit my nose, everything in this house smelled like Charlotte. My wolf was excited to the point of squealing, he couldn't wait to meet his mate.
Besides Alpha Morgan and I, there were three other people in the Packhouse, a tall, fair-skinned young girl with dyed blond hair; a short, plump girl with reddish-brown hair, chocolate skin, and a scar on her cheek, who looked to be about the same age as the blonde girl; and finally, the young man, who was about 20 years old, tall, with blonde hair, turquoise blue eyes. The first time I saw him, this young man aroused my inexplicable disgust. I turned my head away to avoid seeing him and restrained my desire to kill him.
The girl with the scar on her face brought me coffee and cookies. She deliberately arched her waist, revealing her full cleavage. She had a thick layer of foundation on her cheeks to cover the scars, but the effect was counterproductive.
"Alpha King, I heard that you are here to pick up Charlotte, right?" she asked.
"Yeah," I replied simply.
The pungent aquatic floral scent of her body made me feel sick to my stomach. I hope she can leave wisely after seeing my poker face.
"Then I want to tell you a secret," she said in my ear without any discernment, "Charlotte is a w***e. She f***s whoever comes to her."
With a bang, I smashed the glass at her feet. She was frightened by my sudden move and backed away.
How dare she humiliate my mate!
"Alicia, get out of here!" Alpha Morgan yelled at that girl.
"Yes," the girl named Alicia ran out of the Packhouse.
"I'm sorry, that girl doesn't know any better, I'll teach her a hard lesson later." Alpha Morgan turned his head and fawned over me.
"Forget it, it's not a big deal," I waved him away.
"Why does it take Charlotte so long to take a shower? I'll hurry her up."
Alpha Morgan said and took the stairs to the second floor. After a while, he came down with Charlotte.
Charlotte was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and a pair of baggy pants. She looked haggard and pale. Her cheeks thinner than the last time I saw her. Her eyes were dull, like a walking corpse.
The smell on her body...is strange. She smelled of another man--that young man who was there. She betrayed me... Alicia was right, Charlotte was a b***h. How ridiculous that my mate is such a f*****g around w***e!
Charlotte's POV
The way he looked at me told me that he had smelled Liam on me.
His face is contorted with extreme pain, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tries his hardest to hold back his anger.
I'd rather have him yell b***h at me, I'd rather have him argue with me so I could hug him and cry and tell him I was forced to.
Oh! Please, Sebastian. Please look at how miserable I am. Please look at the evil faces of Morgan and Liam. Use your f*****g brain to think about it. It's not so hard to tell.
Yet, for the sake of the king's dignity, I could only be silent and swallow the bitter fruit, pretending that none of this filth had ever happened.
My heart ached. My“sin" cannot be washed away, my broken soul cannot be mended.
Keith was crying, she said his wolf, Taylor, was in pain and she felt pain too.
I walked down the stairs and caught a glimpse of Liam standing in the corner, here to add fuel to the fire.
In Sebastian's opinion, I am just a b***h who still screws my ex-boyfriend after being marked by him. How shameless!
No one would be able to endure such a thing, let alone Alpha King?
I stood quietly in front of him, waiting for him to make a decision. Take me away? Or leave me alone?
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