Cecilia’s pov
"I..." I glanced around nervously, checking in every direction before lowering my voice to a whisper. "We’ve been reckless, Sebastian. Twice. And last nigh... the water doesn’t exactly help."
Sebastian remained silent for what felt like an eternity.
I continued scanning our surroundings, terrified of running into soone I knew or being caught by so random person’s cara.
Sebastian’s striking appearance made him impossible to ignore.
These days, people photographed everything from wildflowers to squirrels - an Alpha like him would definitely attract attention.
Suddenly, I felt my body lift into the air as strong arms cradled against a firm chest.
My heart raced as he carried effortlessly.
"Put down!" I hissed.
Last night had been dark with few people around, but this was a hospital in broad daylight! Being carried princess-style was ridiculously conspicuous!
Sebastian completely ignored my protests, maintaining his composed expression as he carried through the busiest corridor of the hospital.
When I spotted soone pulling out their phone, I quickly covered my face since I couldn’t hide his.
He carried straight out of the hospital to where his car was parked right at the entrance.
Sebastian placed gently in the passenger seat before sliding into the driver’s side and pulling away.
"I’m taking you sowhere," he said firmly.
"But I haven’t picked up my dication yet," I protested weakly.
"You won’t need it. I’m taking you sowhere else to handle this issue." He paused, his voice softening with remorse. "I’m sorry. I should have been more careful and considered this."
"It’s not just your responsibility," I replied awkwardly. "We both got... caught up in the mont."
He truly hadn’t considered protection, but neither had I. We’d both been consud by passion in those monts, too far gone to stop... I didn’t bla him.
Sebastian glanced at , his eyes darkening slightly. "Next ti, I’ll have strawberry-flavored ones ready."
"Just drive, Alpha," I mumbled, feeling my cheeks burn.
Besides, I didn’t even like strawberry flavor!
Sebastian drove for over an hour, taking winding roads out of the city until we reached what looked like a luxury spa retreat tucked into the hills.
Of course, it wasn’t a spa.
It was a won’s clinic - exclusive, discreet, and stupidly expensive.
Apparently, this was where Denver’s elite ca to deal with delicate matters.
He said he’d been here once before with his mother. I didn’t pry. So family histories were best left unopened..
When he tried to follow inside, I stopped him with a hand on his chest.
"No."
His brows furrowed, but I didn’t flinch. "I’m not about to discuss last night with a doctor while you sit there like a brooding bodyguard. Stay."
To my surprise, he did.
Dr. Ross was...not what I expected.
No white coat, no clipboard. She wore a silk blouse and slled like chamomile and old books.
She had this calm, grounded energy, like she knew exactly what was happening inside my body before I said a word.
The consultation went about as well as could be expected. Sa as the last doctor: the odds were low, but not zero.
Five percent.
I hated those kinds of numbers. Too small to be reassuring, too big to ignore.
Fortunately, Dr. Ross had her own special formula, much less harmful than taking ergency contraception twice.
She ca from a family of traditional healers but had incorporated modern dicine into her practice, specializing in won’s health.
It wasn’t cheap, obviously. But that didn’t matter. Not to Sebastian.
He went to pick up the treatnt while I waited in the greenhouse-like lobby, surrounded by won sipping herbal tea and pretending not to notice each other.
I sat there, stomach twisted, trying not to think about what had gotten here in the first place.
And mostly failing.
-
I must’ve dozed off on the drive back - exhaustion and stress finally catching up with .
When I blinked awake, the SUV was no longer moving.
We were parked at so remote mountain overlook, the kind of place that looked like it belonged on a postcard.
The windows were cracked open, letting in just enough crisp air to clear my head.
I realized there was a jacket draped over - Sebastian’s.
It slled like cedar and winter and sothing distinctly him.
It was warm. Comforting. Too comforting.
I shifted groggily, turning my head - and nearly jumped.
He was watching .
From the driver’s seat, Sebastian sat in silence, his eyes locked on with a kind of quiet intensity that pulled straight out of sleep and into sothing sharper. Sothing electric.
Why was he looking at like that?
Before I could ask, he leaned across the console, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. His voice was low and steady - too steady.
"Cecilia,"he said, "if we can prevent a pregnancy, we will. But if it happens... if you’re carrying my pup, then you’ll keep it. I like children."
My brain short-circuited.
Keep it?
He likes children?
And I like winning the lottery, but that doesn’t an I play the numbers.
Was he serious?
I forced a smile, the kind you wear to keep things from cracking beneath the surface. "It won’t happen. Don’t worry."
His eyes narrowed slightly, like he could sll the lie in my tone. "But if it did? What would you do?"
I hesitated, then shot back with a smirk I didn’t quite feel, "I’d handle it," I said, my voice cool. "Let’s not borrow trouble from a future that isn’t coming."
Silence.
And then he moved.
His hand cupped the side of my face as he leaned down and crushed his mouth to mine.
It wasn’t gentle or soft. It was a claiming, a warning... a promise.
When he finally pulled back, his breath brushed against my lips, warm and heavy.
"If you’re carrying my pup,"he murmured, voice rough as gravel, "you’ll beco my Luna. Do you dare?"
My breath caught.
The word hit like a slap.
Luna.
Once, that title had belonged to .
Once, it ant power and love and a place in the world. Until Xavier destroyed all of it - ripped away my rank, my trust, my future.
I didn’t trust wolves or promises anymore.
But then... Sebastian’s gaze held mine - not demanding, not entitled, just steady, strong and real.
And for one terrifying second, I wondered if I was making another mistake.
Not by falling.But by running.
By pushing away the one person who might actually be worthy of trust.
I let out a nervous laugh, trying to shake it off. "I already said yes to dating you. Don’t get greedy."
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