Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 81 - At the Wolf's Lair

When Sebastian parks his car, I leave it only holding my aquarium with my Goldfish. Even my backpack with my University's books and notebooks, I let him carry upstairs with all my other stuff.

I open the door of the studio, head to the living room, set the aquarium on the coffee table, and collapse on the sofa. I'm so absorbed in my thoughts that I see everything in slow motion, as it is a part of a film. I don't feel like it is my life that is going on right now. It is somebody else's life, not mine for sure.

"Descendants of Templar and witch-hunting? Speedy recovery? Reading memories? Nightmares? Warning dreams? Being more vampire than I think? Being the peace seal between werewolves and the bloodthirsty creatures? Competing again and training as an elite athlete? Dating a wolf that is also my Professor and having to keep a low profile? Being chased and harassed by the College's Quarterback? Being evicted from my home? Is it my life? How things have taken such a U-turn in a small lapse of time?"

I'm still in shock in being kicked from the manor. This was very unexpected. I would never think, even in my worst nightmares, that Viktor Bartholy would expel me from one of his fortresses. Mainly because Nicolae is the right-hand man of him in Mystery Spell, and he has made an oath of protecting me whatever the cost.

"Is it a price to pay for my safety, keeping me afar? Is it the cost?"

I bend my knees and put my feet on the sofa with my trainers and everything. I know Sebastian doesn't like shoes on the fine cloth of the furniture; however, I have no mind right now. Everything that I can do is to hold my legs tight against my chest, in a fetal position, and start crying my heart out. I'm on the verge of having another emotional breakdown, as all these things are so overwhelming!

In no time, I can feel Sebastian sitting beside me and his protective and strong arms holding me tight against his muscular torso. He sways in the same way you do with little kids, in a trying to soothe me, and murmurs on my ear.

Sebastian: Shush...! Everything will be fine, little fairy...Shush...!

I cling on his neck as he is my lifebuoy, crying all my heart out. I sob uncontrollably, wetting all Sebastian's T-shirt until I fall asleep on his protective embrace, defeated by my rollercoaster of emotions.

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Sebastian: Good evening, Sleeping Beauty. The dinner is ready, milady.

The melodious tone of voice that Sebastian imposes brings me back from Morpheus' arms. I scratch my eyes with the back of my hands, feeling a little bit lost.

"Evening? Dinner?"

I sit on the bed, and I'm only wearing a large black T-shirt, without any panties or bra on. I raise an enquiring eyebrow.

"Bed?! I don't remember going to bed... And I don't remember changing clothes either..."

Sebastian notices that my mind is foggy and rushes to explain things to me while putting a lock of my ash-blond hair behind my ear. His fierce amber eyes are sunk in my gray-blue ones and show an endless tenderness and care towards me.

Sebastian: You have fallen asleep on my arms, little fairy, so I carried you till the bed and changed your clothes for more comfortable ones. You were so tired that you haven't woken up since then.

I glance at the alarm clock, and I can't believe in my very eyes. It is displaying 19:00. I open my eyes wide in surprise.

Khawla: Seven in the night?! I can't believe I have slept for so long!

Sebastian: I think I have to start calling you Sleeping Beauty instead of little fairy. You're always sleeping.

Sebastian laughs heartily with the joke. In nothing, he resembles that grumpy sadistic coach of earlier. I prefer him like this, in light spirits. He is way sexier when he is smiling broadly as he is right now. Being so sexy and charming should be against the law. How can I resist to his sensual aura of an alpha-male of a wolfpack? I let out a long in love sigh.