The Alpha’s Slave

S POV

I was taken aback by her sudden outburst, but that didn’t mean I would be afraid of her though she did look like she meant her threat. I liked she was looking out for Brianna and wanted what was only best for her.

But she had the wrong notion. If she thought that I was responsible for what happened to Brianna or let anyone hurt her then she was dead wrong! As long as I’m alive and still breathing, I won’t let anyone touch even a strand of her beautiful blonde hair. She was mine to protect. Mine to keep safe. Mine to secure. Mine to love.

I puffed out a cocky laugh, my eyes meeting hers coldly as I shook my head in disapproval. “If only you did that to Hermes when he took her and made her go through all that trauma the world would have been a so much better place.”

That seemed to wound her ego and peel off all the armour of fierceness and feistiness she had on. She pulled back, guilt and remorse suddenly overshadowing her like a thick cloud as she looked away.

I repressed the need to laugh out to her hearing.

“I appreciate you’re looking out for her, and you can rest assured I didn’t do that to her,” I reassured her. “She must have already told you how it happened and that’s the truth. Believe me when I say I will never do anything or let anyone harm her. That’s a promise I made to myself. A promise I made to her. She’s in safe hands and this place is the safest place she can be. So if you love her like she says you do then you’ll let her stay. You won’t try to talk her out of leaving with you because your kingdom isn’t safe from her anymore.”

She looked at me intensely, thinking about what I said, contemplating on believing me or not.

“We started on the wrong foot and I’m sorry for that,” I apologized, hoping that’ll help convince her more into believing my intentions were good. “But you have to believe me. I’m not what you think I am. I love Brianna as I have never loved any other person in this world. And I’m willing to sacrifice anything for her well-being.”

“She did tell me all that,” she sighed lowly and glanced away. “She even showed me the engagement ring. I have never seen her… so happy. But how can I be sure I can trust you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at me expectantly.

“You have my word,” I brought my thumb and index finger together and kissed it as a sign of solemn promise. “If I ever let you down, you’re free to come back here and do to me whenever you like…. burn me and everything I own to the fucking ground like you want.”

She made a face and narrowed her eyes at me as if to see through for about a minute before sighing to show she finally agreed. “Well. I will be coming back here as often as I can to be checking up on her.”

“Do as you please…”

“Sebastian?….” I hear Brianna’s soft voice calling out to me. “Is that you?… You’re back?”

I glanced over Aunt Gigi’s shoulders to see Brianna struggling to stand properly on her crutches by the doorway that led to the courtyard. She wanted to come to me but I rushed to her instead.

“Yes love, it’s me,” I said as I gently wrapped my hands around her, helping support her. “I’m back…”Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Leaning in, she kissed me on the cheek, the touch of her lips on my skin almost unbearable in its tenderness. She buried her face against my throat, snuggling and inhaling me sharply.

“I was starting to get worried. What took you so long?”

“You didn’t need to worry,” I replied, kissing the top of her head and brushing away the few strands that got in her face. “I will always come back to you. I just had a few unexpected issues to sort out. Come on, let’s get you settled down…”

“Wait…” she cut me off, lifting her head to meet my gaze before looking in the direction of her aunt who had been standing there and watching us with tenderness and affection glistening in her eyes, her hand softly touching the top of her chest. Now she’ll believe every word I tell her. Now she’ll believe that my intentions are true and that Brianna and I truly love each other. “I want you to meet my aunt, Gigi. I told you about her some time ago, remember?”

I nodded. “Yes, I do remember.”

“Aunt Gigi meets Sebastian Stan, my soulmate and future husband,” she introduced me with a smile as radiant as the early morning sun.

Before I could react, I felt a chill run through me as she brushed her lips against mine, taking my words into the depths of her throat. I wanted to relax into it and let that chill envelop me completely when she suddenly moved away, laughing at my breathless surprise.

“Yes, Brianna. I have already met him and now, I can see you made the right choice,” Aunt Gigi said, her lips curving into a soft approving smile.