Chapter 21

Hannah’s POV

“Y…your face…” I stammered, staring up at his beautifully handsome face.

I could feel the heat rising in my features and my heart pounding heavily against my chest. There was no doubt about it, I was going into the estrus period. The fear I once felt turned into lust. At that moment, I knew what I wanted, and it wasn’t to run away. I wanted to be closer to him; to touch him. I needed to be near him.

“He’s amazing…” Nora breathed; she could hardly contain herself any longer. she was about to lose control at any moment, and I feared that I wasn’t going to be able to contain her much longer.

I stopped struggling against him and allowed my body to go limp as he mounted on top of me. But just as soon as his eyes turned scarlet, they were turning back to normal.

What was happening?

He looked shocked for a moment as he felt around his face; there was panic crossing his expression. He pulled himself off me and turned back towards the pool to see his mask floating in the water. He grabbed it and quickly placed it over his face. I reached out to his arm to stop him, but he shoved my hand away from him, standing to his feet.

“Wait…” I breathed, trying to reach for him again, but he shoved me away again.

“Don’t touch me,” he hissed. There was something in his voice I didn’t recognize; it almost sounded like pain.

I stared up at the rays of moonlight that were shining on us; his madness couldn’t have been over yet. The full moon was still in place and stronger than ever. Then I remembered what he was saying about how my scent and saliva calmed him. Could that be the reason he seems calmer now? Just as I was going into heat?

This wasn’t fair.

I wanted to reach for him again, but I feared he would snap if I tried anything more.

“We need to get you home,” he muttered.

“I’m not ready to go home yet,” I murmured in response.

He refused to meet my eyes again; he grabbed his shirt that was laying on the ground beside us and draped it over my bare body. I had forgotten I was completely naked up until that point.

“Please…” I whispered. “I want this.”

I reached my hand up to touch his face, but he smacked it away with force, stunning me. I felt my heart weighing heavily in my chest as he stared down at his own trembling hands.

Was he frightened?

I couldn’t tell what was happening to him.

…

(Sebastian)

He had gone too far this time. He had known it, but he couldn’t stop himself. The moon was affecting him and turning him mad. He needed her and she resisted him. She ran from him, so he ran after her. Her scent was so intoxicating that he just needed her for himself. Remembering how her thin figure ran through the shadows of the rose bushes, slicing through the flesh of her ankles.

His head was whirling.

Then he watched her dive into the waters of the pool, her naked body glistening under the moon-kissed aquas.

As they pulled themselves out of the water, his mask fell off. She looked at him with such anguish and horror that he stumbled backward and off her. She was breathing heavily and staring at him with intensity crossing her face. She saw him as such a freak that she wanted to touch his face. He wouldn’t allow her to get that close to him though.

He shoved her away; she wanted to see his face again after he put the mask back on. He couldn’t understand why she was suddenly so curious about the freak that lay underneath the plastic exterior. Her cheeks were growing redder with each passing moment. Her eyes were sparkling something he couldn’t understand, but soon he realizes she was going into heat.

The thought disgusted him. Could she be enjoying the fact that he was so unbearable to look at? Did she like his disfigured face? No. That wasn’t possible. She just wanted to make fun of it like all the others. She would soon be frightened of him and leave just as everyone has.

“Please…” she whispered, her voice growing husky. “I want this.”

She was lying to him. She had to have been lying to him. it wasn’t fair. He slapped her outstretched hand away, which startled her. Her eyes grew large with fear and then disappointment crossed her beautiful features. His heart tugged for a moment as he stared down at his own trembling hands.

“What are you doing?!” Eric hissed, trying to gain his control back. “This is our chance! Mark her as ours!!”

“No,” Sebastian growled. “Not like this. Not tonight.”

Eric was going to argue more, but Sebastian could feel him stilling inside of him. There was something wrong; he could feel it in the pit of his stomach.

They weren’t alone.

“Someone’s here…” Eric hissed within him. “I can feel a 3(rd) presence.”

Panic set in as Sebastian looked around quickly. Has someone else seen him without his mask?

They couldn’t waste much more time. He grabbed his shirt that lay next to the pool and covered Hannah’s bare body. She seemed stunned that he did such a thing, but he paid her no more attention. Without saying anything else to her, he scooped her into his arms.

He ran through the yards at a quick speed; she held onto him tightly. He could see the slight fear in her eyes as they picked up speed. She held herself close to his body, burying her head in his chest. The scent of her hair invaded his nose calming all his senses.

He reached the front doors of the palace and barged in; thankfully, nobody was around. They were all still in hiding in fear of the vicious wolf king. On the night of the full moon, everyone dismisses themselves early and gets to safety. Including Queen Magnolia.

Sebastian made his way up the grand stairs and into his personal bathroom. He had a large tub that he often used to take ice baths. It helped calm him during his time of madness and insanity. He was hoping an ice bath would calm Hannah’s estrus period as well. He put Hannah down near the tub and she rested her head against the wall.

Her cheeks were still flushed, and she was staring at him so intently that he felt uncomfortable; it was almost infuriating. She looked tired as well, probably from all the running around.

“What are you doing?” She asked in a hushed tone as he filled the tub with ice from his freezer.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” He muttered, annoyed at her question. He couldn’t stop thinking about Hannah with the doctor in the photos. She was pressed up against him on his side and gazing up at him, giving him a smile that almost seemed foreign at that point. A jealous tug pulled at him. “You need to calm yourself down.”

She frowned and shook her head.

“No. I need you,” she murmured, grabbing at his arm to stop him from filling up the tub.

He pulled away from her, refusing to meet her eyes.

“Hannah…” he said, his voice becoming a whisper.

“Don’t deny me, Sebastian…” she complained. “I know you want me to. Why else would you chase me all night?” He said nothing in response, and she gazed up at him worriedly. “Or did you actually just want to kill me?”

“Enough,” he ordered; he was growing impatient.

She silenced right away, bowing her head in shame as he stood to his feet. The tub had just finished filling with cold water; the ice was bobbing up and down. He again scooped Hannah into his arms and forcibly put her into the tub. She shivered and cried out as the water nearly froze her.

Her features had gone pale. Which, to Sebastian, was a step from being rosy, pink. It seemed she was calming down quickly from her heat and now she was staring up at him with such despair. She held her bare body together with her thin arms and she continued to shiver.

He couldn’t watch this any longer; he needed to get out of there before his madness continued. The full moon wasn’t over yet and her saliva and scent could only hold him off for so long. He could already feel his desires and hunger returning to him. Eric was impatient and itching to come loose, despite how hard he was holding back.

He stood to his feet and turned away from Hannah. He could feel her eyes burning into the back of his head as he made his way to the door.

“I refuse to be used to satisfy your heat,” he muttered. “Figure it out yourself.”

Once he left the bathroom, he paused as he heard screaming coming from the kitchen.

“HE’S DEAD!”