Cecilia’s pov
Sebastian glanced at my phone and let out a soft chuckle.
"Yep, that’s Zaria’s number. Looks like my mom’s finally surrendering."
I took my phone back, giving him a look that screamed, Don’t get cocky.
"Don’t celebrate just yet. Could just be a disguised business meeting."
I bit my lip and muttered under my breath,
"Or a soft launch for emotional warfare."
"Maybe she’ll slide a check across the table like we’re in some legal drama. I wonder what she thinks I’m worth."
Sebastian stood, leaned down, and tapped my forehead lightly.
"So, between me and a blank check, you’d pick the money?"
I raised my brows and gave him my best "are-you-for-real" face.
It clearly said: Are you kidding? Who wouldn’t take the cash?
Then I laughed, softening the mood. I poked him in the chest with one finger.
"Oh, don’t ask me questions like that. Would you even believe whatever answer I gave you?"
I cleared my throat, lifted my chin, and put on my most dramatic voice.
I even placed a hand on my chest like a martyr about to deliver her final speech.
"Absolutely not! I have zero interest in money. Why settle for financial freedom when I can have your charming personality and emotional baggage?"
His eyes narrowed, playful, but his mouth curved into a smirk that said he was seconds away from launching a witty comeback.
Before he could come up with a smart reply, I was already halfway down the hall, his deep laugh following me like a shadow.
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By evening, the sky was all red and gold. It looked like it was lifted straight from a disaster movie.
The kind where everything looks beautiful right before it burns.
I sat stiffly in the car next to Sebastian, spine straight, hands folded in my lap like some kind of debutante.
My posture was flawless, but it completely betrayed how nervous I actually felt.
My stomach had tied itself into three knots, and no amount of deep breathing was helping.
I kept replaying every possible conversation opener his mom might throw at me.
"Cece, want a Coke?" Sebastian tilted his head toward me, a trace of concern behind his usual smirk.
It took me a second to register the question.
"No, thanks. I’m good," I said, trying to sound breezy but failing miserably.
He reached into the mini fridge, grabbed a can of Coke, and poured it into a glass like some overly trained hotel waiter.
"Drink it anyway," Sebastian said, placing the glass gently in my hand."You’ll need the sugar in case my mom goes full Luna mode."I took the drink, let out a dramatic sigh, and stared at the bubbles like they had answers.
If it weren’t for him, I’d probably be lounging on my apartment couch, single, rich, and sipping overpriced cocktails—blissfully unaware of any werewolf drama.
"Cecilia! You’re here! Want some ice cream?"
I smiled for real this time. "Maybe later."
Of all the Silver Peak Pack members, Zaria was the easiest to be around—zero drama, zero attitude. Just vibes.
Before I could say more, footsteps echoed from the staircase.
Luna Regina, Alpha Yardley, and York were coming down together, all dressed like they’d just stepped out of a political campaign photo.
Without thinking, I slipped my hand out of Sebastian’s and stood straighter.
My back went ramrod straight, my chin lifted half an inch, and I forced a polite smile onto my face.
"Good to see you again, Alpha Yardley. Luna Regina. Mr. York."
I kept my tone polite, formal. My cheeks were already warming.
I wasn’t sure if I was blushing from nerves or from the sudden panic that I might trip over my words.
Alpha Yardley gave a warm smile. "Cecilia , why so serious? You’re not in court. Just call me Yardley when we’re at home."
Luna Regina offered a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Come in. Please, sit."
I nodded, trying to seem relaxed. "Thank you."
My heart was pounding like crazy, but I kept my posture perfect.
This dinner could turn into a warm family chat or a serious negotiation.
Either way, I was ready to stand my ground.

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