Chapter 113

Cecilia "I'm going to get some drinks," Harper announced, clearly frustrated with my stubborn attitude. She headed for the kitchen. As I moved toward the couch, I thought I heard footsteps outside the apartment. I paused, listening intently. Nothing. Just my imagination. The night had been stressful enough to cause auditory hallucinations. Harper returned with two ice-cold beers. "Let Alpha Sebastian go to his arranged mating meetings if that's what he wants. Our Cecilia is perfectly fine on her own." I accepted the beer, popping it open and taking a long swig. My fingers traced the condensation on the bottle. "Being honest, he's... he's a good man. Exceptional in every way, actually. But someone with his status and responsibilities—his mating choice isn't entirely his own. He has obligations to his Pack." "When you were with Xavier, you never thought so—" Harper caught herself. "Never mind that bastard. Speaking of Alpha Sebastian , I thought you were convinced he preferred men? You w