Sebastian mightneverwant to play those kinds of games, and Viggo wasn’t the kind of monster who would force him to. Besides, if Viggo tried to coerce Sebastian into any kind of sexual activity, Bjorn would kill him on the spot – alpha or not.
“Is everything all right?” Harding asked. Viggo was done with the final form – a document registering Sebastian on the health care plan set up specifically for human mates – though he hadn’t slid it across the desk yet.
“Yes, of course.” Viggo slid it over.
There was no reason to feel guilty. Sebastian had signed up for the Life Mate program of his own free will, knowing that he was committing to spending his life with a werewolf. He might be nervous, feeling out of his depth, but once he got to know Viggo and Bjorn and saw that they didn’t want to hurt him, all of that fear would go away.
At least, Viggo hoped it would.
“Is that it?” he asked, placing his hands on the armrests and preparing to push out of his seat. His erection had subsided, his guilt and worry that Sebastian wouldn’t be happy with his new life putting a damper on his arousal, but he was still eager to get back to the boy.
“That’s it,” Harding confirmed, stacking the papers together and putting them in his folder. “Sebastian Mann is now an official member of your pack, under your jurisdiction and authority. A copy of his updated passport and driver’s license will be mailed to your address.”
Viggo rose to his feet, offended at the sour pucker of Harding’s lips. He knew very well that Harding didn’t approve of how fast he was moving, but the man’s opinion was worth shit. His nose told him that Sebastian was a good match and Viggo had lived long enough to know that his instincts about these things were usually right.
“So I can grab him and go?” he asked, not intending to be crude but realizing he might have been when the vein in Harding’s forehead twitched.
“Yes.” Harding sounded like he was trying not to grit his teeth. “Though I would ask you to consider how abrupt this is for Sebastian. You might want to let him go home for a few days – give him some time to pack his things and to tell his friends and family about this latest development in his life.”
Viggo pressed his lips together in a tight smile. “I’ll take good care of him.”
Harding frowned, looking at him for long enough that Viggo almost started to squirm. “I hope you do.”
“I’ll treat him well.” Viggo felt compelled to defend himself.
Harding searched his face, and he must have been satisfied with what he saw because the worried lines on his forehead relaxed.
“In that case, I hope the two of you are very happy together.”
Viggo nodded and made his exit, heading back to the conference room. He paused outside the door, listening, cocking his head and trying to make out what Sebastian was doing on the other side of the door.
He couldn’t hear anything.
Giving himself a mental shake, Viggo took a deep breath and reminded himself that he needed to be in control. If he fucked up now, coming on too strong and frightening Sebastian with the aggressive nature of his affection, it would only make it harder to get what he wanted later.
He walked into the room, closing the door softly behind him and crossing the floor to where Sebastian was sitting. The boy’s scent hit him like a punch to the face, and just like that Viggo’s cock was back to raging steel.
Sebastian hadn’t moved from the armchair, though he’d made himself comfortable in Viggo’s absence. He sat with his legs folded tight up against his chest, arms wrapped around them, his chin resting in the dip between his knees as he looked out the window.
He looked like he’d been crying.
Viggo took in the red eyes and splotchy cheeks with a guilty wince.
“You okay?” he asked, even though he could see very well for himself that Sebastian was anything but.
Sebastian jerked, surprised, and Viggo was relieved to see that he didn’t look scared.
“I talked to my mom,” he said, letting go of his legs and lowering his feet to the floor. He was clutching his cell phone, his knuckles white.
Viggo crossed the floor and sat down on the couch, resting his ankle over his knee to hide his bulge. He was ashamed to admit it, but the sight of Sebastian’s puffy eyes and wet cheeks had done nothing to quell his arousal. If anything, he felt like he was getting a preview of what Sebastian would look like after trying to swallow his cock.
He hoped that didn’t make him a terrible person.
“Is she upset that you’ve been chosen?”
Sebastian nodded, looking down at his phone with a forlorn expression. “She’s worried about me.”
“Areyouworried about you?” Viggo prompted, wondering what was going through Sebastian’s pretty head.
