My Cursed Sadistic Alpha Sebastian's Curse novel Chapter 22

Athena

The night came sooner, and my thoughts went louder and louder. Sebastian still hasn't come.

I was worried and mostly scared, I did not know where he was or what was he doing. There could be so many dangers out there and he could get potentially hurt.

Minutes that passed soon turned into hours and the night advanced into its darkest duration.

And finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I heard the familiar heavy footsteps before the door opened revealing Sebastian.

He was here but not exactly in the way I have expected, he was injured. More than just injured.

There was blood seeping out of the wound on his palm, a big cut was there on his forehead, and multiple injuries covered his arms; His shirt was all torn and shredded as if he'd just come from surviving a storm.

"Sebastian..." A worried gasp slipped past my lips on its own and I rushed towards him.

"Oh my god...you are injured," I began panicking, I'd never felt this sort of restlessness like I felt today watching this state of...my mate, "We need to treat your wounds. Come here." I grabbed his wrist and attempted to get him to sit on the bed but he did not budge from his place.

"It's a wolf's injury, it'll heal on its own," He removed his hand from my hold.

"B-but, it would have healed till now if it was meant to. Please let me..." I tried to reach him but he grabbed my wrist and yanked me all the way closer so that my chest came colliding against his, and my hands grabbed his forearms for balance.

Our eyes locked, and my heart skipped a beat.

"I don't need anyone to heal my wounds, I know how to heal myself," He spoke through gritted teeth, "I don't need anyone's help."

"Just because you have done that alone all your life, it does not mean you have to keep doing this. Accepting help doesn't make you weak, rejecting it does." I spoke, softly.

The rage seemed to explode in his blue eyes instantly and the darkness shrouded them. He turned us around and slammed me against the closed door, his hands settled on both sides of my waist as if to make sure I stay still.

And then he spoke...

"What are you trying to do, Athena?" His gaze was cold; Voice low and deep, "Have you forgotten everything I have done to you or do I have to remind you about it?"

"Why do you want me to remember it all, Sebastian? Why do you want me to keep hating you?" I moved my hands to cup his face and look into his eyes, "It doesn't have to be like this, we can change it if we want. You just need to take one step ahead."

"What are you even talking about? Just stop with this bullshit, already," He spat, harshly pushing away my hands from his face, "I am not here to hear your crap, so you better keep your mouth if you don't want to see the worst."

He attempted to move but iI grabbed his hands, "Fine...I won't talk, but let me dress your wounds at least." I requested.

I did not know what was so wrong about my mere request that made the anger burn in his eyes.

A growl rumbled in his chest, and he grabbed my wrist in his bruising grip causing a whimper to slip past my lips, "You know what? I think you really need a reminder."

He dragged me all the way to the wall mirror, and pushed me to stand in front of it.

"Let's help get your memories to awaken once again," He reached for the front of my dress from the back where he was standing, just right behind me and tore my dress.

A gasp tore from my throat and I flinched on the spot in shock.

He let the dress drop on the floor, leaving me only in my lingerie and pulled me towards him so that my back pressed against his front; Then He grabbed my jaw and forced me to look at the mirror, "Look at yourself, Athena. Look at all my marks on your body."

I did not want to look, these marks were the path to the gate of the memories that I have buried deep under the depth. I did not want to remember those events.

But my eyes wouldn't close, they were just glued to my reflection, noticing each of the marks and scars that horrified me every time I looked at them.

So, I tried to look away but Sebastian did not let me, "You can't just look away from reality. You have to look at all these scars and remember each of those nights I used you like an object, treated you like some slut I own only for my pleasure." He sneered.

I did not want to take his words to my heart because I knew that was his intention, he wanted to push me away at any cost but that....that fucking hurt.

"Do you want me to count how many marks I have left on your body? Or do you want me to narrate every story behind each of them?"His voice dripped with venom, "Let's start, I am sure within a few minutes I'll be able to remind you about everything you have decided to overlook."

I sucked in my breath, trying not to crumble into pieces. Tears began to slip out of my tears but I refused to let them fall.

"These marks," He brushed his fingers over the scars on my hips, some had healed but some were permanent, "These are the ones I have given you the day I brought you here from the auction. Do you remember what I did you that day?"

My soul got shaken upon the remembrance, my hands shook and my breathing sped up. Everything he did that night began playing in front of my eyes like a projector.

No, No, No! I did not want to remember those events.

"This one right here," He traced the long mark on my stomach, "Do you remember when I gave you this one?"

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify