Chapter 012
DARIUS
I smirked at the sketches, my eyes tracing over the familiar lines of my own face rendered in graphite. The kid had talent, I would give him that.
But I kept silent, not trusting myself to say anything that would not reveal too much.
Truth be told, I was secretly pleased. More than pleased, if I was being honest with myself. The fact that Sebastian was so obsessed with me that he could not go a day without drawing me—it satisfied something dark and possessive inside me.
Sebastian bowed his head low, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Good morning, Alpha," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
I hummed in response, keeping my expression neutral. "Clean my room while I am gone. I am heading to the training ground and will not be long."
Sebastian lift
