Fated: The Alpha's Unwanted Luna-Chapter 115: Past Confession to him_Part 3
Viola was too busy looking out the window and trying to figure out what was wrong with her to hear what Sebastian had said to Matt on the other side of the phone.
She pressed her index finger against the glass wall, tracing the distant city lights and wishing she could somehow capture them and pull them inside herself; perhaps they would brighten her darkness, her loneliness, and the hollow space in her chest.
"I am getting what I deserve in life," she muttered, completely forgetting she was still on the phone with Sebastian. "I did this to myself... I took away her light and her chances..." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
Sebastian, who heard her clearly through the line, frowned deeply. "Talk to me, amor. Whatever is bothering you, you can share it with me. Talking makes things better at times. Sharing your sorrow can make it feel less heavy," he said gently, though he was completely confused about what she was referring to. She sounded as if she was drunk. Was she drunk?
As if in a daze, Viola tilted her head slightly to the side. Talk about it? Would talking about it take away this heaviness? Would it make her feel less wicked, less cursed?
It was becoming harder for her to concentrate as the wine slowly took effect. She squeezed her eyes shut as the world began to spin around her, but she tried to shake it off. Still, her steps turned unsteady as she stumbled across the room toward the couch, finally collapsing onto it. She felt utterly exhausted, her mind clouded and heavy.
"I did something to my own sister, someone who trusted me with her whole life... I don’t believe talking about it would help or redeem me," she whispered. Her voice was so small and fragile that Sebastian wouldn’t have caught it if he didn’t possess sharp hearing.
His eyes impatiently shifted to the elevator numbers as they changed floors, his lips pressing tightly together. He didn’t fully understand what she was talking about because, from what he knew, she and her sister had not been that close before she had been placed in the Hollow System. Did she have another sister he didn’t know about? Or was there more to the story than he had ever dug into about her history with her family?
"Try it. Talking can be a very good way to release a burden. Take it from someone who has experienced that. I did something to my brother as well, something I can never imagine myself capable of. It kills me every single day. It still does, amor. But I talk about it with my wolf, and I feel better each time," he said as he stepped out of the elevator on her floor and made his way toward her penthouse.
He didn’t know the full extent of what she was referring to, but Sebastian was painfully familiar with the guilt of doing something unforgivable to a sibling, something that haunted you every waking hour. For years, he had wondered how he could have done that to his twin brother. For years, he had searched for answers and found none except the crushing belief that perhaps he was cursed, someone who couldn’t control his own fate, someone who could kill without ever intending to do so.
Everyone saw him as the ruthless Alpha with no heart, the one who had killed his Lunas and his own twin. But if only they knew even half of what he battled with inside, they would be stunned. His pain ran deeper than the deepest ocean. He simply never allowed it to consume and destroy him again because no matter how depressed he became, he couldn’t change who he was or what had shaped him into this man.
"Then we are the same..." Viola said quietly, hugging her midriff with one hand as if trying to hold herself together. "We are both evil to our own blood... They will never forgive us because we don’t deserve forgiveness..." A single teardrop rolled slowly down her cheek.
She was aware of the rumors that he had killed his twin, and if it was true, then they were no different. Two evil people drawn together, two heartless beings who had wronged their own twins. She let out a bitter laugh at the irony of it all.
Sebastian felt his insides clench painfully. "Forgiveness doesn’t come easily, but that doesn’t mean one should beat themselves up forever for something done in the past. It is done and can never be changed. Only fixing it, if it’s still fixable, will make any difference," he said softly. His voice was so calm and warm that Viola felt a strange, fuzzy sensation spread through her chest, making her believe, just for a moment, that maybe she could fix her mistake.
"Fixing things..." she muttered weakly. "I want to fix it..."
"Hm. Now come open your door for me," he said, knocking twice. He waited outside for her to open it. He had tried using her passcode earlier, but the keypad had flashed red, signaling the wrong password. She had changed it from her name.
His mood dampened slightly at that realization, though he was also faintly proud that she had thought to tighten her security. It was crucial now that she would become Luna. However, he couldn’t deny that he felt a small sting of offense. She hadn’t changed it because of his sister or cousin; she had changed it because of him. That meant he was still nothing but a stranger in her life.
Viola blinked in confusion at the knock on her door and his words that he was outside. It couldn’t be real, could it? She stumbled unsteadily toward the door and pulled it open, only to see him indeed standing there in all his glory.
Despite her foggy brain, she found herself mesmerized by his presence. The hallway light spilled into her dark living room, casting an almost unreal glow around him and making him look like a dark angel surrounded by light.
She looked up at his clean-cut, devastatingly handsome face, one she doubted would ever stop being alluring to her no matter how many times she looked at it. She had seen many handsome men in her life and had rejected many during her teenage years, but rarely had any of them captivated her enough to make her stare openly. That was why she felt confused by the fact that this one captivated her so deeply, even though she insisted she didn’t like him.
His presence sent a wave of fluttering sensations through her stomach, and her heart skipped uncontrollably. She watched as the corner of his lips twitched upward in a faint smile.
"Am I not allowed to come in, sweetheart?" he asked in a lightly teasing tone, trying to dispel the depressing air surrounding her.
Moreover, he found it strangely pleasing that she was staring at him in open awe. His appearance hadn’t changed much since that morning when they had parted ways in the elevator, except for the silver strands of hair he had run his fingers through many times, leaving them in a messy state, with a few strands falling over his eyes.
Viola blinked and stepped toward him instead of backward to invite him in. Her eyes remained locked on the strands of hair falling over his eyes, and without thinking about what she was doing, she rose onto her tiptoes and lifted her hand to brush the hair away from his eyes.
Sebastian was surprised by her action, which made his heart race unexpectedly. Seeing her strain slightly to reach him, he bent down to make it easier for her. But the moment he lowered himself closer, he immediately caught the distinct scent of berry wine on her breath.
"You’ve been drinking," he pointed out, noticing her flushed cheeks and the way she was biting down on her lower lip while looking up at him like a small, vulnerable kitten. If only she were this soft and open while sober.
"No..." she mused dreamily as she lowered her hand from his hair to cup one side of his cheek. "So handsome..."
Sebastian chuckled softly at the way she touched him so freely. She was never like this when sober. Normally, she wanted to argue or escape him at every opportunity, but now she had become touchy and unguarded, something he found himself shamelessly enjoying.
Before anyone could possibly see them standing like that in the hallway, with him bent over and her touching his face so intimately, Sebastian gently took her hand from his cheek and interlocked their fingers. He guided her back into the dark living room.
"Your lights are turned off. No wonder you feel depressed. Staying in the dark and drinking alone is not good for your mental health," he said as he reached for the switch and turned the lights on.
The moment the lights illuminated the room, Sebastian noticed that the wine wall refrigerator had been left open, cold air spilling out from it. Right on the counter in front of it sat an empty bottle, and the sight made his eyes narrow immediately.
