My Cursed Sadistic Alpha Sebastian's Curse novel Chapter 12

Athena

I woke up in bed, alone in the room. Or so, that's what I'd thought until my eyes drifted to spot Sebastian sitting casually on the black couch set in the corner.

Dread crawled up my insides just from the sight of him.

It was indeed the morning, yet everything in his room made it seem still darker. The curtains were fully closed, the high walls with the deepest shade of black painting them and the minimal amount of lightning that was currently the only source of light, made it seem like there was a different sort of darkness that was draped over this room.

Indeed it was expected, it was Sebastian's room— The Alpha who was considered the ruler of darkness with venomous nature and all of his barbaric deeds.

"So you are finally, awake," He spoke, letting the coffee mug set on the side table and stood up.

I clutched the blanket tighter to me in reflex as he slowly walked closer to me.

I found myself pressing my back further into the headboard of the bed, the memories of last night kept flashing in front of my eyes.

He seemed to notice my hesitation and fearful shaky movements of my hand but didn't give away any reaction instead he sat just right in front of me, his gaze set on me in a non-receding way.

I kept my eyes focused on my lap, not wanting to face him at any cost.

Suddenly he tugged at the blanket causing it to slip from my hold and my entire upper half became exposed to his eyes.

I gasped out loud and tried to cover myself by pulling the blanket back but he halted my attempt by grabbing my wrist.

"Don't." This was his straight command said in his dangerously low voice.

My body submitted automatically, and I stopped.

Moments later, I found his fingers brushing over my belly traveling upward and stopping right before where he'd left his mark last night.

He reached towards the clip of the bandage and undressed the wound.

It surprised me when I finally realized that my wound was not left uncovered all night long. I was indeed wolf-less, but that did not mean that my senses were not at all comparable to the werewolves who could shift, and I could very well sense that there was none else who'd come into this room in the past twelve hours.

Within every particle of the air in this room, there was only one person's scent and this scent belonged to him.

So was it Sebastian who dressed my wound?

The feeling of Sebastian's fingers brushing over my skin broke the chain of my thoughts and I looked at him, biting down my lips to stop myself from quivering.

His stare was focused on his mark, and he began slowly tracing over his name carved onto my skin.

"Beautiful." He said.

Goosebumps covered my skin for some reason.

In his voice there laid a strange sort of amazement, much like the satisfaction I could sense from him.

Sparks raked my skin, but there was a slight burning sensation too because the wound was still raw.

His fingers moved from brushing over his mark to my breast, his slowly traced circles around my nipple.

I hated the way I felt every time he touched me—His touches made me all the things I shouldn't feel for a mate like him, and at the same time I felt disgusted by myself for feeling this way; I didn't even want to see his face.

He withdrew his hand from my breast and pulled me closer by my waist.

My eyes locked with his bewitching blue ones and my lips were inches away from brushing over his lips, I could feel the warmth of his breath and his calm steady heartbeats.

He did not make the eye contact last long instead he buried his head into my neck, tracing his nose upwards as he inhaled my scent.

I closed my eyes shut and fisted my hands to my sides to stop myself from making a sound or giving him any reaction at all.

A few minutes passed by with him taking in my scent before he finally spoke.

"I'll be going out today. Might be back within the night," He slowly pulled away, his hand around my waist did not move but he used his other hand to grab my jaw and tilt my face so that he could look right through my soul with his intense gaze.

"You are not allowed to leave the room until I come back, and...." he paused for a second while he pressed his claws against the skin on the side of my waist, "You know what'll happen if you dare to disobey me again, don't you?"

I hurriedly nodded, terrified and reluctant to go through the same horror again.

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