Chasing His Wolfless Luna Back Chapter 186: Making Her Listen

Sebastian's POV

"What brings you to a club drinking alone instead of home with Thea?" Damien asked, sliding into the seat beside me.

I was in a shitty mood, and the last thing I wanted was company of any kind, including my brother's. I ignored him and took another swig of whiskey, letting the burn travel down my throat.

I'd chosen the VIP section of one of our many clubs. Music boomed, people danced and fucked around, alcohol flowed freely, but none of it mattered to me. Tonight, I just wanted to forget. Forget the broken look on Thea's face. I knew it was wishful thinking because those images were burned into my brain, but I could fucking try.

The atmosphere at home had become suffocating. That warmth that had once filled the place was gone. I wanted everything to go back to the way it was, but I didn't know how to make that happen.

I couldn't take those words back. I couldn't undo them. I couldn't go back in time and fix my mistakes. If I could, I would have done it already because I fucking loved her so much, and knowing I had practically destroyed her killed me inside. Worse still was the knowledge that I was the one who'd ruined everything we could have had.

"Sebastian?" Damien's hand landed on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off.

"What!" I was sad, heartbroken, and angry. Those emotions never mixed well together.

"Seems like you're in a shitty mood," Damien observed, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.

"That should have been obvious when you found me drinking alone," I snapped.

I didn't say anything else after that, and neither did he. As I slouched against the sofa, clutching my glass, he poured himself a generous amount. We sat in silence, each lost in our own thoughts.

After a while, I asked, "Where's Roman? I haven't seen him in a while."

Things had been tense between us since I'd imprisoned Aurora. We hadn't spoken since the day he came to beg me to release his sister. We'd been friends since childhood, but I doubted we'd ever be as close as we once were.

"He's been busy taking care of Aurora. She's fallen into some depression, so he's trying to help her cope," Damien answered with a shrug.

"Depression? Is it because I sent her to prison or something else?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"I think that's part of it. He told me she's been struggling to accept that you two are never getting back together. But he thinks what really broke her was when Jaxon refused to forgive her, refused to give her a second chance and let her back into his and Wyatt's life."

This was news to me. I guess we were all paying for our actions, because what else could this be? Every word I'd spoken, every action I'd taken was slowly coming back to bite me in the ass.

If only Aurora and I had realized this sooner. If only we'd known then what we know now. We'd clung so tightly to each other, never realizing that maybe, just maybe, Thea and Jaxon were the ones we were supposed to be with all along.

"So, tell me what happened now," Damien asked again after several minutes of silence.

I felt the alcohol's dizzying effect taking hold. I'd once turned to drinking when I lost Aurora. Simply put, I became a fucking drunk. After Leo was born, I swore never to get drunk again. Yet here I was, trying to reach that numb state, trying to dull the pain.

I stared at the liquid in my glass, hesitated for a moment, then downed it all and poured myself another.

"Thea," I said her name like it explained everything.

Damien frowned. "I thought you said she gave you a chance, that she wasn't asking about the truth. What stupid thing did you do now?"

I glared at him. "Why do you always assume it's my fault?"

I fucking knew it was my fault, but damn it, why did he immediately assume I was the problem?

He rolled his eyes like a child and replied, "Because when it comes to Thea, you always fuck things up."

I was about to argue, but I shut my mouth. He was right, wasn't he? I couldn't argue because he wasn't wrong. Until a few months ago, I'd been making one mistake after another in my relationship with Thea.

"Since you know I'm right, why don't you tell me what happened? Did you mess up during the date or something?" he prodded.

"The date was great, and she loved it," I admitted, taking another sip.

"Then I guess you fucked up after the date?" he asked, his eyes studying mine.

"Actually, it's because of what I said to her before. Somehow, seeing me masturbate in the shower triggered her memory, and now she doesn't even want to look at me."

I began telling him everything. Every single thing that happened, and how Aurora had deceived me and manipulated me into believing Thea was the bad guy. I told him, word for word, what I'd yelled at Thea in anger, and how it had come back to haunt me.

"You're a fucking idiot," Damien told me when I finished.

I glared at him, but I accepted the truth: "I fucking know."

We were silent again, but it didn't last long.

"Have you talked to her or apologized?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I exhaled and shook my head. "She won't talk to me. She won't even let me near her. She avoids me like I'm the fucking plague."

"Did you mean those things you said to her?" he asked, watching my reaction carefully.

"No." My answer was automatic. "I was angry at her, wanted to hurt her because I thought she had hurt Aurora, but deep down, every word I said was a lie. I never compared her to Aurora, and I never imagined Aurora when I was with her. I said those things because I knew they would hurt her."

"And what gave you the stupid idea to lie to her?" he asked while sipping his drink.

I shrugged. "I don't know... stupidity? It's not an excuse, but you know I say stupid shit when I'm angry."

"I can't give you any solutions because those words might be forever imprinted in her mind. But what you can do is talk to her, make her listen, and tell her the truth before all this ruins what you're trying to build," he advised.

I understood what he was saying, but it was hard to do when she wouldn't speak to me.

I continued drinking. Orion, after cursing me out, now sulked in the back of my mind, refusing to talk to me just like Thea. I chased that buzz, that feeling of floating away from all the pain, while hoping I could still salvage what I'd broken.

I had to find a way to make Thea understand the truth—not for me, but for her. Because if I ever meant anything to her, she deserved to know that the words that had hurt her were complete lies. The challenge now was getting her to listen to me.