Fated: The Alpha's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 316: The woman with the blue eyes_Part 2

As he walked, Nick’s mind drifted back, pulled, as it often was, to the childhood days he had spent living in Javier’s shadow.

Little Nick sat outside the pack building alone, staring down at his bleeding knee as it slowly healed, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. He had been running after his mother and Javier as they headed out to the car to go shopping for their training gears, but he had tripped and grazed his knee on the pavement. They had driven away without him.

"Nickolas, shouldn’t you be with your mother?" His father’s voice came from behind the small boy. "Did she leave you behind again?"

Little Nick’s back had gone stiff at those words. If he were to tell his father that his mother had left him behind when she had been told to take them both, it would make his parents shout at each other, and he hated it when they shouted like that, hated even more that it was always because of him. His father would scold his mother and she would turn around and put all that anger on him.

"No, I didn’t want to go with them. I want to stay with you. You’re going hunting with uncle and cousin Seb and Alex, I want to do that too." He had lied. His father had smiled and come to sit beside him, patting his little shoulder.

"You like shopping more than hunting, son, and you’ve been looking forward to getting your new gear so you can join the pack warrior training like your cousins. Tell me, what is it really?" His father had asked, and young Nick had looked down at his dirty hands, the ones that had scraped the ground when he fell.

"I think mom doesn’t like me the way she likes brother Javier..." He muttered, then rushed forward before his father could speak. "I understand why she doesn’t want me. They say my twin died because I ate all the food in her belly, and that is why I didn’t come with Alpha bloodline, because I don’t have a twin."

His father’s smile fell and a frown took its place as he stared down at him. "People like to say nonsense, boy. You don’t listen to their rubbish. You didn’t kill your twin, it was simply destined for you to come into this world alone. And as for your mother, she loves you. She is just not good at showing it."

Young Nick pursed his lips, a thoughtful look settling in his eyes before he said quietly, "If I become Alpha one day, will she show me her love the way she shows hermano?"

"Don’t ever let that thought take root, son. Being Alpha is not worth what it costs, and you shouldn’t want it when your cousins are the heirs. Enjoy your life. Just be you. If anyone can’t love you for being you, they are not worth being in your life."

Nick came back to the present with a bitter smile. Being himself had never gotten him a single thing he had ever wanted in life. Being himself had made everyone turn their backs on him. Being himself had never made his mother love him, and being himself had certainly never given him the one thing he wanted with everything in his heart.

His father had told him that whoever didn’t love him for who he was wasn’t worth having in his life, but Nick couldn’t live with not being wanted and always being cast aside as though he didn’t belong. The people he wanted never returned the feeling.

Nick stood before the glass wall and retrieved a cigarette from his pocket, staring out at the blue sky that reminded him of a pair of beautiful blue eyes. He lit it and brought it to his lips, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke out slowly, watching it curl in rings around his face as one particular woman’s face drifted through his mind.

"I want you too..."

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In the Supreme Alpha’s office, the couple were still wrapped in their own world. Sebastian held his wife for a long, quiet moment, simply enjoying the peace of having her in his arms as the water continued to pour down over them. Its sound was little more than a distant hum in his world compared to the press of her body against his, her breasts soft against his hard chest, and his nose buried in the crook of her neck. He wanted to stay like this forever. He wanted to make a home in her warmth and never have to be apart from it.

He tightened his arms around her one last time before slowly easing out of her with a reluctant sigh, but he didn’t let her go, knowing her legs must have gone numb from the way he had been holding her. He lowered her legs gently to the floor, steadying her when her knees wobbled beneath her.

"Careful, sunshine," he whispered as he pulled her closer to lean against him.

With tender care, he finally washed them both with the body wash, his soapy hands moving over her body with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the fierce, consuming way he had just taken her against the wall, a position that still left her sore in places and deliciously warm, her cheeks flushed all the way to her ears.

Viola returned the favor by washing his body, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his tattooed chest and broad shoulders as the warm water rinsed away every lingering trace of their passion and carried it down the drain.

Once they were clean, Sebastian turned off the water and wrapped her in a thick, warm towel before scooping her up into his arms, curling her into his warmth. She nestled against his chest, her face tucked into the crook of his neck as he carried her into the bedroom.

The morning light streamed brighter through the glass walls now, casting a warm golden hue over the smooth sheets of the bed. They barely exchanged words, but then, words didn’t seem to be needed when their actions were already saying so much of what remained unspoken between them.

He set her down on the edge of the bed and retrieved another towel, moving behind her to dry her hair with the careful, gentle tenderness of a man who didn’t want his woman to have to lift a finger.

He had taken her three times in that shower, and now he wanted to pamper her, especially since word had come through his mind link that Camila did not want him or his wife anywhere near her son’s funeral. She wanted them far away from Javier’s body.

Since he had the morning to himself before he would need to return to his responsibilities, he intended to use every minute of it taking care of his mate and spoiling her the way he had promised he would.

"I have ordered our breakfast, you don’t have to cook it like you said you would." Sebastian told her, his fingers working gently through her damp strands and massaging her scalp in a way that made her eyes flutter closed in quiet pleasure.

Viola wouldn’t have had the energy to cook for him anyway, not after what their showering had turned into, and as much as she had wanted to be the one pampering him today, it seemed he had turned it around on her again. She could only hum softly in response and make a quiet mental note to make his breakfast tomorrow without fail, or better yet fix his dinner tonight and eat with him.