Athena
As I walked inside Sebastian's room, it turned out that my assumptions of finding him there were wrong— His room was empty and judging by the lack of his scent in the air particles, I could tell, he has not been here for more than just a few. Maybe he has left for work once again, unannounced and unbothered just like he always was.
But I did have a feeling that he hasn't left the mansion. I don't know, but my mind was just constantly telling me this and I could feel his presence, even though he was not right in front of my eyes or anyway near me.
Finding the room empty and heaving with pin-drop silence, I walked away and headed downstairs thinking that I might find him there. But as my eyes met with the empty hallway, half of my hopes of finding him here died.
If I could I wouldn't do it, if I could I would have run far away and never come back, filling myself with so much hatred for Sebastian that the thought of seeing his face would never, even for once, cross my mind. I'd have tightened the knots around my heart and not allowed anyone in this whole world to unravel them and slide in.
But when had any of my wishes got accepted by the creator? None.
I did not know if my wishes were wrong, if I was wrong for wanting a normal life like everyone, or if it was the god who decided to write down all the misfortune of the world in my destiny. Perhaps, the god I worshipped was more cruel than the monster I saw every time I looked into the limpid blue eyes of the mate.
Or was I just born in the wrong world? Sometimes it felt like it— Like, I was never meant to be here.
There was a time when the thought of my mate had given me hope and made me want to stay alive and keep fighting, but that was before I met Sebastian. Never in my life, I'd thought my dream of creating a world with my mate would turn into a nightmare, but it did anyways.
My eyes searched for any sign of the familiar face that could easily mask the ruthless personality beneath it without giving him a hint of the reality of the dark and cold soul that remained within, deep and far beyond anyone's reach.
Finding him nowhere, I found myself releasing a low sigh heading towards the last place where there were a few possibilities of finding him— His study. That was his hiding spot if not out of the mansion.
As I walked towards the study, I caught a hint of his woodsy smell which took no second to make a strange warmth seep into my pores. The speculation of my suddenly awakened senses of my wolf did go unnoticed by me because of the chaos of thoughts that kept my mind shrouded.
It was fucking impossible for any other thought, speculation, assumption, or just a mere question to creep inside my mind when all I could think of was that one male— Sebastian Valdez.
I was fucking shameless when it came to him and hell, I hated it that I never found even near the amount of regret I should have felt no matter what I claimed to be and whatever he did to me.
If only he knew how much I loved him! How far I was ready to go for him and what we were losing because of his fears.
No. I shouldn't be thinking of this. I shouldn't try to reason with his sins every time and overlook everything he did and was still doing.
He could be important to me more than my life but that doesn't mean that I'd let him take it away from me. I could sacrifice my life for him but not allow him to take it away for the sake of his sick satisfaction.
He could cope with his guilty conscience on his own but I'd not allow him to do that by using me. I wouldn't allow him to step up all over me, just so he could remind himself that he was supposed to hate me and that the life I was offering to him was not what he wished to live.
The cold wooden door of the study, felt like the hardest obstacle I had ever faced. My hands shook as I reached for the knob and twisted it open.
Calm down, Athena. You can't fall weak.
I pushed away all the notions aside and opened the door with all the courage I have.
The very first thing my eyes caught was the sight they were waiting for— Sebastian. He sat on his chair pressed against the wall behind the desk, the sleeves of his black shirt folded upto his elbows whilst the left one rested on the handle of the chair as he rubbed his forehead perhaps consumed by his thoughts, the mess of paper and flies on the desk did not seem to bother him at all, the closest assumption I could come up with was that something was bothering him and that was not evident, it only resided in his mind and that's the only thing I have always failed to read.
He was distant— Somehow right in front of my eyes yet really far from me as if there were miles of distance between us that he'd never allow me to cross— The boundary he has set between us has torn our lives apart, indeed.
"What are you doing here?"— The awful voice of the familiar female made me realize that my mate and I were not the only people present in this room. There was someone else's presence as well, even though it was unwanted from my side and one of the very few things I wanted to avoid.
My eyes moved to look at Celine, missing the way Sebastian's ones shot open and darted at me. She was leaning against his desk, beside his chair and realizing my eyes were on her, she moved her hand to trace her index finger on the side of his face only so that she could get on my nerves and I'd be lying if I'd said that I did not want to rip that woman into mere pieces of flesh and feed them to dogs.
It was true that I loathed Celine from my core, but she was not the only one to be blamed. My mate has equal contributions to everything happening because he was the one who has the power over all these situations. If he wanted, he could stop everything but alas! All he wished to do is to make things worse.
"Watch your mouth before you speak, Celine. This is not your place to speak, nor do you own a single thing in this whole mansion so you are the last one I'd ever give any explanation." I spoke up, every cell of my body began to fume with rage just at the sight of her.
"Well....you are kinda right," She began, it was not hard to scrutinize that the disappointment in her voice was utterly fake and it actually put me in dismay, "But what you don't know is that— I own someone who supposedly belonged to you, or I could say you thought he was yours." She glanced at Sebastian before she set her stare at me, a sinister smirk spread on her lips and evil shone in her orbs.
I did not want to take her words seriously but there was no way to deny that I did not own, not even one single per cent of the importance that Sebastian gives to her. I meant nothing to him— He hurt me, he wounded me, he broke me apart piece by piece and never bothered to give a fuck about putting me back.
He did not want to be near me but he kept his mistress closer. He did not want to love me, but he loved to damage me. My demolition was his greatest pleasure. Satisfaction to the darkness that lived in him.
"I am not here to hear your nonsense Celine, nor do I care if you own him or not. But the thing I care for is that now, at this moment, I don't want you here because I need to have a talk with my mate and before you run your mouth, let me tell you one thing straight and clear—I don't give a fuck if he has given you such rights that makes you own him. Nothing can change the fact that I am the mate here and you are a cheap, free, mistress he cares as much as a man does when fucking a whore in a brothel," I crossed my arms over my chest, "So, please leave."
Her jaw clenched, anger flashed in her orbs whilst her hands fisted to her sides but she did not let it overpower her and unexpectedly she let out a laugh that lacked humour.
"So, Sebastian hasn't told you yet?" She chuckled and walked closer to me, "Why haven't you told her yet, babe?" she looked back at Sebastian to which he spared no reaction, his face was void of any emotions as he looked at me, not tearing his eyes away from me for even a mere second.
"You tell her, it's the same thing," He finally uttered something and looked away soon as he could as if he was trying to hide something from me, or perhaps he was hiding himself.
Of course, his carelessness towards me stung me in the heart but that wasn't a new thing—I was used to his cold treatment.
"Okay then," Celine turned to me, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Let me break the news to you, I hope you can handle it but if you can't that's not my fucking problem. Your mate—"
"Stop beating around the bush and spit it out." I cut her off even though deep down I was scared, drowning in dismay, not knowing what was coming my way.
She fell silent for a brief moment, wickedness glimmering in her eyes as she watched me; Gave me a sense of peril that could be found in the silence before the storm.
"Sebastian's going to mark me."— She finally let out.
The ground moved beneath my feet, my eyes widened, my breathing stopped on its own and my entire world came to a standstill, on the verge of falling apart, trying to drag my broken my soul and heart along with it.