Chasing His Wolfless Luna Back
Doubts
Thea’s POV
“Mom, can Wyatt come over for a sleepover this weekend?” Leo asked his eager voice barely registering as my thoughts had already drifted elsewhere.
The idea of visiting Kane in prison had been haunting me for days. I kept telling myself I’d go when I was ready, but things were getting complicated. The thought followed me everywhere, yet I couldn’t find the right moment to discuss it with Sebastian.
It was obvious he fucking hated Kane–that much was clear. I wasn’t seeking his permission; I’d visit Kane regardless since he was Phoenix’s biological father. What worried me was Sebastian’s reaction. Though he loved Phoenix as his own, his hatred for Kane was equally evident. I wasn’t sure if his opposition stemmed purely from oathing Kane or if other factors were involved. Probably both.
“Mom! You’re not even listening to me!” Leo’s frustrated voice yanked me back to reality. I hadn’t even noticed I’d zoned out again.
“Sorry, what were you saying?” I asked, meeting his scrutinizing green eyes. His mannerisms and behavior were so similar to his father’s. Sometimes I found their resemblance absolutely uncanny.
He rolled his eyes, as if praying for patience or divine intervention, then repeated his question.
I took a deep breath, feeling conflicted. I’d needed time after waking up to understand that Wyatt was already his best friend, but I hadn’t forgotten the complicated history between Sebastian and Jaxon. I wasn’t sure if Sebastian’s previous dislike for Jaxon had changed now that their sons were friends–that part was blank in my mind, and asking Sebastian didn’t seem like a wise move. Their rivalry over Aurora during their younger days still made me uncomfortable. I hated thinking about those times, those years when Aurora had Sebastian wrapped around her finger.
The knowledge still stung. Even though everything had changed since I woke up, even though he wrapped his arms around me every night, the shadows and doubts remained like a parasite. It was an ongoing battle. Especially when I didn’t understand what had changed or what had prompted him to give up his love for Aurora and choose me instead. And things only got worse when I felt he was hiding something from me.
Part of me feared this was all a dream and I would wake up to find everything gone; another part feared he was playing me. Toying with me. I might be overthinking, but I was afraid he was executing His ultimate revenge card. I mean, what better way to get back at the woman who hurt you than by pretending to be the loving, adoring man she always dreamed of? Then, when she’s wrapped up in the performance, ripping her world apart by leaving her and telling her it was all just a cruel joke. Just revenge for the years he missed being with the woman he truly loved.
“Mom!”
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I’m a bit distracted today.” He looked annoyed, and I completely understood why. Pushing all these thoughts to the back of my mind, I focused on my son. Whether Sebastian’s intentions were pure or not didn’t matter. If he hurt me, I would do what I always did. Pick up the broken pieces and move on. It would hurt like hell, but I also knew I could continue living with a
broken and dead heart.
“So can Wyatt come over?” Leo persisted.
“Let me discuss it with your father when he gets home, okay?” I pulled him close, his presence helping anchor me to the present. “If he agrees, Wyatt can come over this weekend.”
His face immediately lit up with a brilliant smile, and I couldn’t help thinking about how many girls would lose sleep over those green eyes when he got older, just like they had over his father’s when he was younger.
“Thanks, Mom!” He kissed my cheek. “I’m going to check if Phoenix is awake. I haven’t spent time with her in a while.”
“Go ahead.” I watched him race up the stairs, grateful for his affection toward his sister. Leo’s protectiveness over Phoenix reassured
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Doubts
- me. I’d never experienced thats Roman had never cared about me, but I was glad Leo cared for his sister. I wasn’t sure if he knew she was only his half–sister. Deep down, I knew he did. He was a perceptive child, so I guessed he had already figured out Sebastian wasn’t Phoenix’s biological father. And that only made me love him more. Because despite that, he had fully accepted her, and that unconditional love warmed my heart.
“What’s got you so deep in thought?” Sebastian’s deep voice suddenly came from behind me, making me jump.
“You’re home.” I turned to face him.
He sat down on the couch next to me. Then directly, without warning, he pulled me onto his lap and started kissing me. The kisses and intimacy between us were something I’d never get used to. Sure we hadn’t had sex since I woke up, but the way he kissed me was enough to let me know how intense the hunger burning inside m was. He slipped his tongue into my mouth. I opened for him. Lost in his masculine scent, how our mouths fit together, how his tongue tangled with mine. I completely forgot we were in the living room where Leo could walk in and see us at any moment. My nipples hardened, straining against my bra. I ground my ass against his hardness. Wishing our clothes would magically disappear and I could have him inside me. The groan he let out at my teasing sent electricity through my entire body, and I felt myself get wet.
Damn. I really needed to do something about the sexual tension between us. Sebastian seemed to have sworn himself to celibacy for some unknown reason. I didn’t know how to break through his defenses.
He pulled away as usual, ending the scorching kiss. While we both tried to catch our breath, he rested his forehead against mine. Finally, when the fog cleared, I got up from his lap. He was still hard, and I was still aroused. But sitting on his lap like that, feeling his hardness, would only distract me from saying what I needed to say.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, seeming to sense the shift in mood. He adjusted himself in his seat, as if trying to find a comfortable position, because the bulge in his pants was really too obvious. So much so that it momentarily distracted me as I couldn’t help imagining how good his cock would feel in my mouth. I shook my head, clearing the thought, shocked by the images playing in my mind. Fuck, this was so unlike me.
“Thea?”
I turned to face my husband, forcing myself to focus on the matter at hand. “We need to talk.”
