A Setup
SEBASTIAN.
I hear the explosion go off, a signal for us too… as much as I thought I’d be alone, it’s wishful thinking. They sent Gaspard with me since he said he wants to get his pregnant woman out of here.
Annalise.
She sure played a good game, but the truth is there were so many more involved in their games than I had originally thought. I was right; she didn’t have the brains to be behind the entire kidnapping crap herself, and the worst part is I know Mom was the biggest instigator.
Gaspard’s hatred for me as we run through the tunnels that lead right into the Kings’ Mansion is obvious.
He hates me as much as I fucking hate him. I wonder how they thought a team made of people who detest one another would ever fucking work.
I slowly let the time bomb I had hidden roll to the ground making sure it made no sound as we continue walking. It’ll go off when he sends the four squads this way.
This mansion was the place Zaia and I called home. A place where we thought we were safe, not knowing that so many people had possibly walked through those halls when she was home alone…
It sends a chill through me and when things are over, if I’m alive, I’m having a full assessment done underground to make sure there are no more secret passageways.
Gaspard steps ahead as he keys in a code. He’s been here before and that irks me. I wonder how many times he just met up with Annalise after I sent Zaia away.
The door clicks open and I’m looking into a room that smells of Mom, her cinnamon tea and her love for roses… it’s a room that I barely saw in the past as it was her place, but it’s been ransacked, they’ve checked the room thoroughly, but they never discovered the secret passage…
Fuck.
The entrance swings shut silently and with the heavy bookshelf in front of it, it probably didn’t even feel hollow… smartly hidden entrance.
Gaspard smirks as he presses something on the watch he’s wearing.
“We better get moving.” He says, looking at me. I nod as we slip into the bedroom, Mom and Dad’s room.
Gaspard raises his gun, getting It ready and I glance at him.
“You are not to kill anyone in this home,” I command as I open the bedroom door.
Where is Dad?
“You care too much for the traitors.” He says. quietly. I ignore him as we silently make our way down the stairs towards the back of the house. Although we are being watched, the to shoot Gaspard is fucking real.
urge
I just need to get to Sia first, and then I will unleash hell.
They had given me a low dose of wolfsbane, and I had a feeling they would. They still don’t trust me and Gerard had tried to mind link a few minutes after I had drunk the juice.
I had kept my walls up, pretending I had heard nothing. A small amount of wolfsbane won’t work on me, but they didn’t need to know that.
Even in training, no matter how good I was, I never gave it everything I had, making sure they underestimated me.
‘Zaia?’ I try to connect to her through the mind link. It’s more draining than usual, but not impossible.
Saying her name hurts… Almost like I don’t fucking deserve to…
‘Zaia, can you hear me?’
Fuck Little Fox, come on, hear me. Let me through.
But all I’m met with is a wall.
Dad… shall I try to mind link him? I’m not sure if it’ll work, but I don’t know who else I can try.
Jai… he’s an option too…
‘Dad, Jai, can either of you hear me?’ I call through the link. ‘Dad. Jai!’
‘Sebastian?’ Dad’s voice comes. He sounds almost unsure, and his voice is as cold as it was from the start.
‘Dad, I need you to listen to me.’
‘That time was gone. You really turned out to be your mother’s son… and for someone who said they no longer saw me as their father, why call me Dad?’
That stings, I won’t deny that, but right now, between Mom, Dad and Gerard, Dad is the only one I would call family…
‘Because right now you are the only family I have.’ I say quietly. ‘Even though I know I am not the son you wanted… I don’t know if you see my children as your grandchildren, but Sia was poisoned by Mom- or should I say the witch Agatha… They tried to kill my son and I don’t
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even know why. Sia is dying Dad, if not for me, think of it as helping a child. One who has done no wrong to anyone.’
He sighs heavily. ‘My son would not be a traitor … My son would not leave his family and run. When Agatha wanted you to marry Cara, I wanted you to bring Zaia back, bring your children back… but even though she changed her mind about Carà, you brought Zaia back. You still hurt her. I detest the likes of you.’
“Then I hope one day you will understand me for who I am. But this isn’t about us. Will you help me, for Sia?’
‘Very well, for the child and for Zaia, who has run this pack, despite your shortcomings.’
At least he approves of her. She’s made.
everyone proud….
“Then I need you to intercept me. We are making our way out of the King mansion as we speak. I am with Gaspard who is here for Annalise. I need you to kill him and injure me, if possible.’
“That is very reckless…’ Dad says as Gaspard slows down as we unlock the back door and step out into the chilly air. It’s going to rain… I can smell it.
‘It’s the only option I have. I have a camera on me which I need destroyed. They don’t trust me, so I need you to make this look real. Bring back up if you need to if you trust them.’
‘Understood.’ Dad’s cold voice comes.
I just pray that he is indeed on our side. I’m certain he is, but I have learned not to trust anyone.
“Where is the Safehouse from here?” Gaspard asks me, as he scans the surroundings.
“It’s a way from here. We need to lie low, stick to the shadows and avoid any skirmishes until we get there.”
“Sounds good. Give the antidote, then we get the boy and get out of there.”
“The boy?” I ask, looking at him sharply.
“A bargaining chip,” Gaspard says as he motions me to follow.
“Be careful, Sebastian, you have my word, no harm will come to Zion.” Gerard’s voice comes through the earpiece, making my blood boil.
Bastard.
“I trust you,” I reply, despite not trusting him at all.
They had this planned… sending Gaspard with me so he could grab Zion. What do they want with him? He’s just a child.
Suddenly there’s another explosion that illuminates the sky, and I wonder if Zaia’s safe.
“Keep low,” I say, lowering my head, about to turn left when suddenly a round of gunshots ring through the air, raining down on us. One hits my leg and I see Gaspard fall, cursing. “This way!” I growl.
“What is happening Sebastian?!” Gerard snarls.
“We’re being attacked! Are you sure that entrance was even fucking safe?!” I shoot back. “We should have been more careful!” I growl.
That was my plan, to make it look like they knew we had entered and with the bomb that I dropped scheduled to go off at any minute, they’ll soon die even before they turn back…
“Get out of there, Sebastian! Now!”
I grab Gaspard, making it look pretty realistic.” I need to get the anti-” I’m cut off when a rain of bullets hits Gaspard’s back. His eyes widen before he looks down, falling dead.
“Gaspard!” I growl.
“Leave him, Sebastian! Head to the western side, go to Gaultier and Zade now!”
“On it!” I shout. “I’m going to shift, otherwise I won’t fucking make it!”
“Alright.” His voice is tense, but if I shift… it means the cameras and mouthpiece will be left behind…
I discreetly remove the little pouch containing the vial and toss it behind me, growling as I shift, and the moment the mouthpiece falls to the floor, I crush it along with the cam.
“Get him!” I hear Dad’s voice. I just need to get away from the area so they can’t pinpoint my location.
I keep going until I’ve put some space between me and my discarded clothes, knowing Dad and his men will destroy them.
When I am satisfied with the distance between us, I slow down and shift back.
“Drop whatever you’re holding, or I will shoot.” A sexy voice whispers in my ear as I feel the cold barrel of a gun press against the back of my head.
I almost smirk.
So silent…. Impressive.
My heart is pumping fast, and it’s not just from the adrenaline, but from who that sinful voice.
belongs to.
It takes my all not to turn around, pull her close and kiss her senseless even if it means she’ll shoot me in the process… It would be worth it to taste her one last time…
“Put these on.” Dad orders as he comes into view and throws some sweatpants at me.
“Do you have it?” She asks. Her scent is like a drug getting to me.
“He does,” Atticus says, about to take the pouch from me, but I move it before he can.
“Not until it’s tested. No one’s giving it to my girl.” I say coldly as I pull the pants on and turn slowly, tying them as I do. Coming face to face with the Alpha of three Packs… 1
Her vibrant red hair is pulled into a high pony, her beautiful face is as pale as the winter snow, her plump lips remind me of the first time I tasted her… and those burning orange eyes that remind me of glowing embers in the hearth on a cold night…
Zaia Toussaint, the Goddess herself.
