The Blessed Omega

Sebastián's pov

I got home late last night. After the little meeting with my brother, I'd been annoyed. Then the guys came around, and we went out for drinks. They gave me exactly what I needed: whiskey on the double, no ice. The bitterness always hit the spot. After one glass of that fine alcohol, we went a little wild with three rounds of beers and tequila shots, though I didn't bother with those. I wasn't a fan, so I stuck to my fancy whiskey. The guys never understood my taste, calling me a preppy prince, but I didn't care. No offense, but beer tasted like sewage water in a bottle. And as a sensitive wolf, I couldn't drink anything even slightly off. I wasn't having it.

I groaned as I turned to face the ceiling and dragged my hand over my face. The good thing about being a wolf is that your metabolism works twice as fast as a human's. The downside? You still experience hangovers like everyone else.

"Sh*t!" I cursed, the headache making my head feel like it was splitting. I shouldn't have agreed to that sudden bar visit. This headache was killing me. And even worse, my bedroom is the only one in this damn three-bedroom apartment facing east, meaning the sun hits my room first every morning.

I lay there, struggling, when my sensitive ears picked up the sound of my front door unlocking. Then came a loud, excruciating noise downstairs. Irritated, I threw the covers off and got up. "What the hell?" I muttered, walking out of my bedroom bare-chested, just in my jeans and socks. I walked by my study area and grabbed my shirt from the top of the chair where I had left it last night, barely making it back to my room.

I stepped toward the staircase, but before I could take a step, I saw a massive box blocking my front door.

"What the hell is this?" I said, loud enough for her to hear me. By "her," I meant my sister-in-law. She must've opened my door and put the damn box there. How she managed to carry a box taller than her into my apartment, I had no idea.

"Oh, you're awake. Good morning," Zoey said, peeking her head from behind the box.

"Yeah, I don't know about good morning, Zoey. What the hell are you doing?" I rubbed my temples. Whatever this was, it was too early for it.

"Did you have a fun night out?" she asked, clearly avoiding the elephant in the room.

"Yeah, who told you?" I decided to humor her, already knowing the answer.

"Kai. He wanted to join, but pack work was too much for him, so I stayed up helping him." Zoey said. She was sweet, and good for my brother. They had been through some tough times but they made it work.

"That's a shame. The new bar was a blast. They serve the best whiskey, too. The quality was so good, I thought I was drinking my special 35-year-old bottle here at home." I couldn't help but sound a little excited. What can I say? I'm a whiskey guy.

"Yeah, yeah. It's great you enjoyed yourself, but now you need to make some preparations," Zoey said, her voice muffled as she fiddled with something behind the box.

I frowned, narrowing my eyes. "What kind of preparations? Do I need to travel to the neighboring packs again? Did news of a curse outbreak come in while I was gone?" I asked. I wouldn't be surprised. The blood curse had been spreading like wildfire, and if there was trouble, I wasn't shocked.

"Oh no, nothing like that. You just came back. We can't send you off again." Zoey's tone lightened, and I was relieved.

"Then what the hell brought you here this early?" I asked, crossing my arms and trying to ignore how she had the nerve to open my apartment door.

"To help you, silly," Zoey said, stepping out from behind the box. "Your apartment isn't exactly 'lady-friendly.' You're going to be living with a girl soon, so we need to make it more welcoming for her."

"What?" My good mood dropped instantly, and I glared at the damn box blocking the doorway.

"Yep. You need to make it less... you," she said, pinching her nose at the dark, moody vibe of my apartment. I liked darker shades—gray, black—but apparently, it wasn't "inviting" enough for a woman.

"Then keep her at your place," I muttered, already annoyed. Why the hell did they keep pushing that girl my way? Why had the pack thought it was a good idea to match me with her? I didn't want to meet her, let alone marry her, or have her in my apartment.

"Tian," Zoey said, using the nickname she gave me, her voice softening.

"No, Zoey. Can I just have one damn day where we don't talk about the storm heading our way? Can we stop pretending those people weren't our enemies yesterday? We all know damn well that's the truth," I snapped, my frustration building. I hated this situation. I didn't want anything to do with her, and I didn't want to change anything in my life for her.

"I know this is difficult, but for the sake of the treaty, try to make it work," Zoey said calmly. "Your brother's caught up in pack work that's not going away. We've got the curse, the drought, and a million other problems. This peace treaty will help us breathe a little easier. It may not make us allies with the north, but it'll give us one less enemy."

"That treaty probably means nothing to Lucian," I grumbled. "You guys are sitting on the neck of a snake, waiting for it to bite. I bet his forsaken daughter is a spy sent by him. So unless you need something that doesn't involve her, feel free to use my spare key. Knock yourself out. But I'm not changing anything for nothing. You can, though, if you want. It'd be better if you took her to your place. I don't house enemies."

With that, I turned and walked back to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. If they wanted to welcome enemies, that was on them. Just don't bother me. I don't play nice with my enemies, and that girl would always be mine.