little one

chapter seven

*above is jace

(ps if anyone would like to design a cover for me i would love it!)

thea's pov

I remember his Beta. I remember his voice as Sebastian was losing control when they found me. He was calm, or as calm as a person could be in a situation like that. It's not that I don't trust people. I want to trust people, but it's a daily war with my own mind. For years I didn't fight. For years I held onto my mistrust. Now I'm trying to wipe away years of conditioning my mind to second-guess everyone's motives. Sebastian's already done so much, I've never been good with words but I thought one way I could show my trust was this. Showing him that I trust him enough to bring an unknown male around me. I trust that he won't allow anyone to hurt me.

I trust him.

I never thought I'd say that about a person again, let alone that I'd be saying it about my mate. I never thought I'd even have one. Sebastian was so... good. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine a mate as kind as him. A mate who would overlook my never-ending faults, and cherish me as I am. I'm still having a hard time believing it.

"Little One, Jace is at the door. Are you ok with him coming in now? If not that's totally fine." I could sense his worry. I'm pretty sure if he hadn't been holding me, he would have been pacing the floor.

I giggled softly, caressing his cheek with my hand tentatively, "I'm fine Sebastian. You said you wouldn't let anyone hurt me, so I'm going to trust you. I trust you, Sebastian." I made sure to look in his eyes as I spoke. Trying to force him to understand. This wasn't a simple thing for me.

I watched in shock as my Big, Bad, Alpha mate was almost brought to tears. There's something about seeing such a masculine man give himself to emotions like that, that just floors you. It's a heady feeling knowing I can bring him to that.

"Th-thank you Little One." He dusted me with kisses all over my face, cooing words of affection as he went. It felt like hours had passed by when he suddenly stopped. He pulled me back from his chest, stared into my eyes, and once he was satisfied I was OK the door to our floor opened.

The soft voice I remember from my rescue stood at the door, his face hardened. A less perceptive person would be frightened by the large man before me, but you don't survive as long as I have without picking up on things. The phrase "eyes are the window to a person's soul" is far truer than you'd expect. Sebastian's Beta may look gruff and mean, but his eyes held a different story.

He was clearly nervous, which did wonders for my nerves. Time and time again Sebastian and now his pack, have shocked me. I've always been taught men don't show emotion. Men aren't sentimental or emotional, but these two men had turned that stereotype on its head.

Surprising both Sebastian and his Beta I stood from Sebastian's lap and crossed the room to him. I held out my tiny hand in front of him, well aware he could snap it in half if he wanted to, and spoke, "I remember y-y-you. You w-were calm. Well, c-c-calmer than S-sebastian. N-not that I f-ffault him for t-that. B-ut it helped. Y-ou being calm. Helped. I d-didn't understand a-at first why S-sebastian was a-cting tthe way he was. I-d been co-nditioned to b-believe I wouldn't h-have a m-ate, but you're c-calm voice helped m-me think. My brain's a bit too l-logic oriented. So, I n-needed something to p-process. S-so thank-y-you. T-thanks. S-sorry. Sorr-y for ta-llking so much. I-i don't mean to. Sorry." I hung my head, staring at the ground in shock. Even before I'd been taken I was never one to talk to strangers. People usually were annoyed by the way I spoke. I spoke oddly. I was always far ahead of my classmates in reading. My vocabulary was older than my peers which isolated me from bonding with my peers.