Page 6 of My Possessive Alpha

At first, relief dripped into my system at the thought of it being someone I knew, but the longer I peered at his softened expression, the bigger those emotions became.

"Sebastian..." I murmured, hardly able to believe he was there in front of me.

While that relief came and went, fear took its place.

At once, the horror stories my parents told me about Sebastian and his family came flooding back, and I wanted nothing to do with the man standing in front of me. It felt like going from one beast to the next.

Before we left our old pack, I was told about Sebastian's plans to overtake the alpha—a plan set in motion by his parents. He was prepared to kill not only the alpha but the Luna as well, all just to take the title for himself.

My parents had heard of another alpha nearby, leading a pack with far less danger surrounding it, and they decided we would leave to escape getting caught in the crossfire. That was when we joined Jack's pack, and I had to leave Sebastian and Zoe behind.

Ever since, I have been taught that their family was rotten and that we were all better off without them.

The thought of Sebastian even considering killing the alpha and his Luna for no reason other than gaining power always stuck with me, and as I took him in with his jacket draped over me, I couldn't help but feel disgusted.

"Lydia, I'm—"

"No," I muttered, shuffling back to put some space between us. “Stay away."

I noticed many thoughts moving through Sebastian's eyes, with disappointment and slight hurt being the biggest ones.

He sighed and pushed it away. "I can't just leave you here. Given how mad those assholes were, there's a chance they might come back for a rematch."

Blinking up at him, caught in a difficult position, I didn't know what to think or feel. I didn't want to see those creeps again, but I also didn't want to give in to him, not when there was a chance he earned his apparent alpha status through force.

Even from there, I couldn't miss how he gave off that additional power and how it coursed through his veins. He held himself like a leader would, and I didn't like what that implied.

Those dark eyes took me in, and his gaze softened. "Please, Lydia. I have a safe place I can bring you to in the meantime. You need to get out of the open and rest."

The prospect of closing my eyes and sleeping for a long while sounded more than appealing at that moment, butknowing what I did about him, it was difficult to let my defenses down.

"No..." I mumbled, all too aware of how that exhaustion seemed to pull on my limbs, and my head felt woozy. "Leave me."

Despite wanting to fight against him, my eyelids started to droop again, and that sweet temptation of sleep was getting harder to resist.

I managed to catch his heavy exhalation, and without saying another word, everything around me seemed to shift slightly.

Barely opening my eyes, I watched as the ground moved beneath me, and I reluctantly went with his every movement. With his arms securely under me, Sebastian held me tight against his chest, surrounding me in that familiar scent I used to savor when I was young, which seemed even more significant then.

With no energy left to fight him, I simply let it happen as my cheek pressed against his front, and I soaked in the comfort of being held despite the voice in the back of my mind telling me to run.

I couldn't stomach my turn of bad luck. I went from fleeing Jack to being poked and prodded by those shifters, only to wind up in Sebastian's arms, being carried to a place I didn't know.

I used to dream of this moment as a girl, wondering when my best friend's brother would finally see me and give me a chance.

But that idea was soured by my parents' warnings.

As much as I wanted to believe he was a horrible, conniving killer, there was something so safe about his arms and the thought of being swept away to safety.

In my delirious state, I lost myself to feeling completely worn out and in need of a break, unable to listen to that little voice anymore.

Chapter 4 - Sebastian

There was no way for me to grasp just how quickly my night had changed or the fact that Lydia's safety was quite literally in my hands.

As surprising as it was to see her again, I couldn't complain. The circumstances weren't ideal, and I didn't want to know what would've happened to her if I hadn't left the bar when I did, but it seemed like a push from the goddess herself.

Glancing down at her as I carried Lydia through the woods, there was no mistaking how beautiful she was.

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