"No," I firmly said and shook my head.
"Please... Luna. I can't lose you again. I lost my best friend for years, and I can't afford to lose you again," Sebastian pleaded.
"But Sebastian, you told me that this is forbidden magic!"
"Yeah. But I don't care as long as you live. It will be fine, I will be fine."
My throat went dry. I don't know what to say. I stared at Sebastian intently.
He squeezed my hand gently again. "For you to be able to live again. We must find a new host for your soul-"
"What?" I asked frantically. "How about my baby? I don't want to lose my child, Sebastian!"
"The fetus's soul will also be transferred. I already did my research, Luna. For the past few days, I've been trying to find ways to help you. When we were kids, I promised you that I would protect you, right? And now I am doing my best to help you."
"Why are you doing this?"
He gently smiled, "Because you're my best friend. And you deserve all the world could offer, Luna."
Sebastian was always there. He would help me without asking for anything in return. Even if Blake's rude to him, he would just shrug it off. He has been nothing but the best. While my mate couldn't be with me when I needed him the most. He wouldn't go against his morals just to help me. But Sebastian will and will always be my soulmate.
A tear escaped my eyes.
"Why are you crying? Are you in pain?"
And I cried harder. I cried like a kid all night. Thinking and asking God why my life became like this. All I ever did was love Blake more than myself. Sebastian never left my side even until I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning feeling a little lightheaded. I haven't agreed with Sebastian's plan. Without Sebastian knowing, I decided to go home.
When I arrived at the manor, everything felt heavy. I went upstairs, heading to our bedroom. Every step I took felt heavy. My heart is pounding crazy. I could hear giggles inside our bedroom. And it dawned on me, that the familiar voices talking inside made me want to throw up.
"Blake, stop it!" Viviene said between her giggles. "When will your mate be home?"
"She isn't my mate, Viviene."
"Well, in the eyes of our elders. She is legally your mate," Viviene's voice laced with annoyance.