Chapter 47
SEBASTIAN’S POV
That kiss was magical. Everything I longed for. I loved the way she seemed to melt like jelly whenever I was close to her. Loved the way her heart throbbed relentlessly against her perfect boobs, making them beat tenderly against the top of her flimsy gown. I loved her innocent tender eyes. Her soft lips. They were succulent and tasted so good I could bite into them all year long. Damn!! I love everything about her.
At first, she was a bit reluctant when I kissed her, but then she unfolded to me like a butterfly, savouring the sensation of my lips on hers. Telling me she wanted it as badly as I did. But all of a sudden, she pulled away. She always did.
Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!! Fuck!!!!!
I clenched my fist, resisting the urge to smash them against the standing mirror in front of me. I was a step from going completely crazy that night with everything that was happening.
I knew that what I did was wrong. I wasn’t supposed to kiss her on a night like this. When my anniversary party was still going on outside. Even though I doubted it was after the incident with Catherine. But the moment I saw that empty open wardrobe and the luggage that was half slid under her bed, my heart split into two, dropped and sank deep into my stomach.
I couldn’t believe she wanted to run away. Leave me after everything I have done for her. All I ever did was show her unconditional love. Care. Protection. All I ever wanted was to be her fortress. Her pillar. Her antidote. I wanted to wipe away all that pain the world had caused her. The pain that the death of her parents and her unborn brother had caused her. The pain people like Hermes and Nolan had caused her. But the more I tried, the harder I failed. The more she threw all my efforts in the mud.
When I called my guards and they took her away to the cell, I felt a million shards of glass pierce deep into my soul as her shrills drowned away. But I believed I did the right thing. Didn't I? I couldn't simply let her go. What if people like Nolan spot her and exploit her innocence and purity again? What if she returned to her kingdom and Hermes happened to see her, reclaim her as one of his Omega slaves and put her up for another auction? I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if any of that were to happen.
Closing my eyes, I let out a deep sigh as I headed to the window. I saw that it was closed and wondered why. When I opened it, I looked outside and saw that most of the guests had departed, leaving only a few lingering about and chattering amongst themselves.
They’re probably discussing what happened between Catherine and me. I was sure the news would end up on the front page of the morning paper. My phone will likely be flooded with messages and calls, either tonight or tomorrow morning. But to be honest, I didn’t care. All that didn’t matter to me at the moment. The only thing that mattered was how I was going to tell Brianna that I never meant to hurt her. What I did was only to keep her safe and prevent her from carrying on with a decision that could haunt and scar her more than her past.
Squinting slightly, I scanned the remaining guests on the lawn, trying to find Catherine. However, I couldn’t find her. She must have gone inside. Or be somewhere within the castle. Or perhaps, she suffered another panic attack because of how she was breathing like a wounded beast after I had left.
The door suddenly burst open, jolting me and grabbing my attention. When I turned, I saw one of the maids storm in, her face marked with a fear so intense and extreme it made me think something very bad had happened.
“Alpha... Alpha Sebastian,” she was unable to steady her shaky voice. “It’s Luna Catherine… She’s hurting herself.”
Oh Goodness. I muttered, facepalming. Not again.
“Where is she?”
“In the chamber,” she squeaked.
“Ok. Let’s go,” I said as I followed her out.
On entering my chamber, I saw Catherine’s crystal gown and underwear draped on the floor. The maid picked it up and arranged it on her dresser.
The sound of the shower running and the sound of sobs combined, drawing my attention as I approached the bathroom. The door was ajar, and as I stepped inside, I found Catherine sitting on the bathroom floor naked, her back against the wall and her head bowed low in despair.
As soon as she heard me come in, she gazed up at me with eyes that were intensely red, swollen and so puffy I worried they might pop out from their sockets at any second. She held a pocket knife in her hand, and her wrists and palms were smeared with blood, mingling with the running water.
“Oh Goodness!” I blurted out. “What the hell are you doing?... Do you want to kill yourself?!”
Grabbing a towel nearby, I rushed to her and brushed the pocket knife off her fingers. I reached for the shower knob and turned it off. Wrapping her in the towel, I lifted her and carried her.
“I’m so sorry, Sebastian,” deep sobs shook her voice as she wrapped her arms around my neck, trembling uncontrollably. “I’m sorry for saying all those awful things to you in front of the guests...I promise I won’t take those pills ever again…I’ll become pregnant for you…I’ll give you the child you’ve always wanted. I’m so sorry…,” She buried her face in my chest and wept aloud, her blood staining my suit.
“Get Amelia!!” I said to the maid who stood there, her hands pressed against her mouth to cage her sobs and screams. “Tell her to bring the first aid right away.”
She nodded severally and rushed out the door at once. I lowered Catherine down gently beside the bed. I didn’t want to keep her on the bed so her blood wouldn’t stain the sheets.
Pushing the drawer of her vanity table open, I grabbed cotton wool and knelt beside her to clean the cut on her wrist and the blood on her palms.
“I’m so sorry Sebastian,” she continued muttering. “Please forgive me…”
“It’s okay,” I said. “It’s nothing. It’s been forgotten already. Just don’t do something like this ever again.”
She pressed her lips firmly together and nodded like a frightened child, tears flowing down effortlessly from her red eyes.
I couldn’t understand her. One minute she’s all fierce and feisty like a tiger. The next she’s all fragile and innocent like a wilting flower. Like an innocent kitten.
I was still cleaning her cut and the blood when Amelia stormed in with the first aid kit.
“Let me see it,” she quickly knelt beside Catherine, placing her kit nearby. Taking her hand with caution, she carefully assessed the injury.
“How serious is it?” I asked, standing and giving way for her.
“She’ll be alright,” she reassured. “There’s no need to worry. Fortunately, it’s a superficial cut, and it hasn’t penetrated beyond the top layers of her skin.”
Hearing her words, I let out a relieved sigh, rubbing my forehead. Tonight was supposed to be a time of happiness and celebration. But it ended up being long and crazy and chaotic.