Dominated by the Twin Alphas

3: Sebastian

3: Sebastian

A wry smile played on my lips as I watched Aurora, her white hair cascading like a waterfall of moonlight, framing those striking blue eyes. Her beauty was undeniable, but it was her stubbornness that drew me in. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed over my chest, as she rifled through her books, trying to find something to occupy her mind.

"Are you searching for a particular title?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Or do you just enjoy the sound of pages fluttering?"

Aurora glanced up, her gaze sharp and piercing. "If you must know, I'm looking for something on Seraphina hybrids. There's so much I don't understand about myself, and I thought maybe I could find some answers."

"Ah, yes, because an ancient tome will certainly provide more insight than your actual mates." My tone was mocking, designed to make her feel foolish.

"Sebastian," she warned, her voice low and dangerous. "Don't start."

"Of course not," I replied smoothly, pushing off the wall and sauntering towards her. "I wouldn't dream of it."

As I approached, her body tensed, and I reveled in the power that small reaction gave me. She may have resisted our bond, but there was no denying the effect we had on each other. The attraction between us was potent and electric, leaving a trail of sparks in its wake.

"Have you ever considered the possibility," I said softly, leaning down to brush my lips against her ear, "that the answers you seek are within yourself, not some dusty old book? Maybe it's time you get a mark."

"Sebastian," she breathed, her body shivering despite her efforts to remain stoic. "Stop."

"Stop what?" I asked innocently, feigning confusion. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable doesn't begin to cover it," she snapped, pushing me away and taking a step back. "Why do you insist on doing this? On pushing my buttons?"

"Because it's fun," I replied with a smirk, enjoying the way her eyes flashed with anger and something deeper. Lust, perhaps? It was hard to tell with her. "Besides, it's not my fault you're so easily provoked."

"Sebastian," Tristan's voice cut through the room like a knife, his tone sharp and dangerous. "You told me to back off and look at you."

I turned to face my twin brother, his dark hair and piercing blue eyes the mirror image of my own. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, the very picture of authority.

"Always gotta be my opposite, don't you?" I said, rolling my eyes. "Can't you see we were just having a little fun?"

"Fun at Aurora's expense is not acceptable," Tristan replied, his gaze locked onto mine. "You know that. You can go pick on some omega's if thats how you want to be."

"Fine," I huffed, annoyed that he had interrupted our exchange. But as much as I hated to admit it, he was right. My actions were driven by a desire for dominance and control, not love or understanding. And if I wanted any chance at winning Aurora's heart, I would have to change.

"Apologies, my dear," I said, turning back to Aurora and giving her a slight bow. "It seems I got carried away."

"Apology accepted," she replied cautiously, her eyes still wary. "But please, Sebastian, try to remember that I'm not one of your... conquests."

"Of course," I agreed, forcing a smile onto my face even as my grip on my emotions faltered. "From now on, I'll treat you with the respect you deserve."

As I walked away, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of loss. Though my behavior had been cruel, there was something thrilling about the way it brought us together. Now, with Tristan's reprimand fresh in my mind, I wondered if I would ever find a way to bridge the gap between our desires and Aurora's stubborn resistance.

As the days went on, I found my obsession with Aurora intensifying. The more time I spent with her, the more I wanted to possess her entirely, to control every aspect of her life. I knew that this was not love, but rather a dark and insidious craving that threatened to consume me.

"Did you enjoy your classes today?" I asked casually as we walked across the college campus. I had taken it upon myself to escort her to and from her classes, using the opportunity to spend more time with her while also ensuring her safety.

"Actually, I did," she replied, her blue eyes shining with enthusiasm. "I met some interesting people in my literature class, and we had a lively debate about symbolism in 'Wuthering Heights.'"

"Ah, the tragic story of Heathcliff and Catherine," I mused, smirking at the parallel between the tormented lovers and our own complicated relationship. "A cautionary tale, perhaps?"

"Perhaps," she agreed, giving me a sidelong glance. "But I believe there's more to it than just doomed love. It's also about the destructiveness of obsession and the consequences of trying to control others."

Her words stung, and I felt an icy tendril of unease wrap around my heart. Was she trying to send me a message? Did she somehow sense the darkness within me, despite my best efforts to hide it?

"Very astute, my dear," I said, forcing a smile. "You never cease to amaze me with your insights."

"Thank you, Sebastian," she replied, her expression softening somewhat. "I appreciate that you've been walking me to and from classes. It's nice to have someone to talk to about these things."

"Anything for you, Aurora," I said smoothly, my voice betraying none of the turmoil within me. As we approached the packhouse... the one we moved her into the minute we realized she was our mate, I felt the pressure building inside me, a volcanic eruption of frustration and desire.

"Sebastian," she began hesitantly, "I've been thinking about what you said earlier... about marking me. I'm still not sure if I'm ready for that, but I understand your concern for my safety."

"Your resistance only makes you more vulnerable, Aurora," I snapped, my control slipping. "How many times must I tell you that?"

"Being marked is a big decision!" she shot back, her eyes flashing with anger. "I won't be bullied into it!"

"Maybe you need a little persuasion," I growled, feeling my wolf rising to the surface. In a blur of motion, I shifted into my massive lupine form, intent on claiming her as mine once and for all.

"Sebastian, no!" she screamed, her voice cracking with terror. But before I could take another step toward her, she unleashed a powerful wave of energy that sent me hurtling backward, slamming into a tree trunk.

Pain radiated through my body as I struggled to regain my footing. Before I could react, Aurora turned and fled toward her room, her sobs echoing in my ears like the tolling of a funeral bell.

As the realization of my actions hit me, a crushing wave of shame and remorse washed over me. I had allowed my darker impulses to take control, nearly losing Aurora in the process. My escalating obsession threatened not only our relationship but also her very well-being. I knew that I needed to change, to find a way to balance my desires with her needs, or risk losing her forever. But there was a piece of me whispering that she should just accept me as I am. Why should I have to change?

My heart raced as I paced the length of my room, the walls closing in around me like a vice. The bitter taste of regret stung the back of my throat, and I couldn't help but replay the events of our confrontation over and over in my mind. My desire for power, control, had driven me to the edge, and I teetered dangerously close to losing the only person who had ever truly unsettled me.

"Sebastian," I murmured to myself, feeling the weight of her name on my lips, heavy with the knowledge that I may never hear her call out to me again. "What have you done?"

My fists clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms as my emotions threatened to consume me. It was becoming increasingly difficult to quell the darkness within, the lust for dominance gnawing at my very core. But as I thought of Aurora's tear-streaked face, the fear and betrayal etched across her delicate features, I knew I had to find a way.

"Sebastian!" Tristan burst into the room, his eyes wild, his voice laced with concern. "What happened? I heard Aurora crying."

"Leave me alone," I snapped, desperate to be left to my thoughts, to sort through the tangled mess of emotions that threatened to drown me.

"Tell me what happened!" His tone was firm, unwavering. He wasn't going to back down. Reluctantly, I recounted the details of our argument, my wolf's failed attempt to mark her, and the crushing guilt that now gripped me.

"Sebastian," Tristan sighed, running a hand through his hair, his expression pained. "You know better than to force yourself onto her like that. She's not some conquest; she's your mate, your equal. OUR mate, you fool. You ruin her, she's also ruined for me, do you get that you i***t?"

His words burned like acid, searing through my veins as the truth struck me. Aurora wasn't just a prize to be won; she was my other half, a living testament to the fact that even someone as dark as me could find love in this twisted world.

"Tristan," I whispered, my voice broken, haunted by the ghost of my past actions. "How do I fix this? How do I make her see that I can change?"

"You have to show her, brother," he replied. "You need to prove to her that your love is stronger than your darkness."

As Tristan left the room, his words echoed in my mind. My heart swelled with the knowledge that I had a chance at redemption, a chance to right my wrongs and win back the woman who held my soul captive. Confronting my darker side would not be an easy task, but for Aurora, it was a battle I was willing to wage. Who is Tristan to talk anyway, he is just as dark as I am. We just so happened to agree that we would be the yin and yang to each other when we were spiralling. Aurora seeing both of us like that would drive the wedge in for good.

"Watch me, Aurora," I vowed, my voice resolute, unwavering. "I will fight my demons, tear them apart piece by piece if it means having you by my side. You are my light, my salvation, and I will not let you go."