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“Sebastian?”
The voice calling to him is hesitant, worried, maybe even a little afraid. Like it’s scared he will answer but just as frightened that he won’t. Like his name is both a question and a statement.
But more than that, it’s familiar.
“Mother?” he croaks in a voice that doesn’t sound like his own.
“Thank the f*****g goddess,” his mother exhales. “Hana! f**k! I think it worked this time!”
The alpha squints his eyes open just wide enough to make out the blurry image of his mother hovering over him. Her brows pinched together, and her mouth carved into a deep-set frown that probably would make him laugh if it didn’t feel like his bones would break if he even tried to breathe.
“Don’t you f*****g move a muscle,” his mother threatens. “Or I will put you down my damn self.”
