Maya’s POV“Don’t go, love,” Sebastian groggily mumbled, trying to pull me back beneath him. I slipped out of his arms, only to be caged under his leg.“Sebastian,” I chided the man.“Don’t leave… please. I need your love… and your warmth,” he murmured, eyes still closed.“I am not leaving but you are. Now make it quick, Mr Thunderstorm,” I replied and he huffed when his robes smacked straight on his face.“You are terrible,” he complained.“Are you complaining about me… to me?”“No, my love. I just feel like a cheap one-night stand, getting booted out of your bed at…goddess above, at three in the morning. Not fair!” he pouted.I stared at the fully grown man in my bed with a huge pout on his face incredulously. This was the same fearsome Lycan King who ruled nations. No wonder my children got away with everything scot-free. This man was a terrible influence on my kids.“Those pouty lips and tragic eyes don’t work on me anymore, Sebastian, thanks to your kids who have used this trick
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