Arielle Immortal Struggle (The Immortal Rapture Series Book 7)

  Arielle Immortal Struggle

  The Immortal

  Rapture Series

  Volume 7

  Lilian Roberts

  Booktrope Editions

  Seattle, WA 2015

  COPYRIGHT 2015 LILIAN ROBERTS

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  Edited by Jacy Mackin

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to similarly named places or to persons living or deceased is unintentional.

  PRINT ISBN 978-1-62015-640-7

  EPUB ISBN 978-1-62015-654-4

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2015901859

  Table of Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Preview of Arielle Immortal Resolve

  Note to the Readers

  About the Author

  More from Lilian Roberts & Booktrope

  Acknowledgments

  I would like to thank the people that supported my efforts to get through the seventh book in the Immortal Rapture Series.

  Thank you to my husband and all my family for their continuous patience and encouragement. They never stopped believing in me and my ideas.

  Many thanks once again to my amazing editor Jacy Mackin, for guiding me through the challenging parts of the manuscript.

  Thank you to my Booktrope proofreader Lydia Johnson and cover designer, Shari Ryan.

  Thanks to Sarka-Jonae Miller for her ongoing, tireless support with all my books.

  Sarka-Jonae Miller, for taking a manuscript of more than 81,878 words, and crafting a brief synopsis that would give readers a vivid peek into the story.

  And finally, sincere thanks to all the friends and fans who enthusiastically supported me, motivating me to get the next volume ready for publication.

  To the Booktrope friends who provided superb edits, proofreading, and cover design. Their research and support helped me achieve a successful series with strong, believable, and likable characters. I love you all!

  Chapter 1

  THE LAST COUPLE of days had crawled by, lasting forever. Worse, Sebastian knew that this fight was not nearly over. Jorrit was getting ready to unleash a horde of goons with the sole desire to hurt Sebastian, his business, and those he loved. And then there was Annabel, Sebastian’s ghastly immortal ex who had vowed to make him miserable by destroying anything that made him happy. Arielle made him happy so she was going to die, a promise Annabel planned to keep. He felt like he was being dragged under, deep into a helpless place and desperate for resolution.

  He leaned his forehead against the steering wheel and closed his eyes. There was absolutely nothing that Sebastian had ever loved or wanted in his five hundred-plus years on this planet more than he desired Arielle. Memories flickered, pounding against his brain, like watching a horror film being played in slow motion right before his eyes. He was facing two evils and Arielle was right in the middle of both. His mind was muddled, unable to believe what was happening. The thought of her being captured by the Russian Mafia and tortured until Sebastian released the information they wanted drove fury straight into his bones. And Annabel succeeding in her promise to kill Arielle drew the breath out of his lungs. Anger took over and he increased the pressure of his grip on the steering wheel. Troy’s eyes narrowed worriedly.

  Sebastian felt something nudging his senses and snapped out of his horrid thoughts. He realized that he was sitting in the car at the airport parking lot, lost in thought while Troy and Nathan watched him carefully. Silence wrapped all three in a thick blanket for a long moment.

  Sebastian sighed vastly and shook his head in frustration. He swept a quick glance over his friends and muttered under his breath, “Sorry.” He didn’t clarify any further. Nathan opened his mouth to ask a question, but noticing the expression on Sebastian’s face, he let his mouth snap shut. Troy gave him a quick stare and Nathan shrugged his shoulders; he had no idea how to make Sebastian break out of his quiet mood.

  “Anything wrong?” asked Troy.

  Sebastian scoffed. “I wouldn’t know where to begin,” he replied, and his mouth fell into a fierce scowl.

  “We just had a successful outcome against some of Jorrit’s goons,” Nathan said, trying to improve Sebastian’s mood.

  After a few moments of staring into the distance, he nodded in agreement. “Yes, we did, but they will come back for more.”

  Sebastian pushed on the gas and the car roared to life. He pulled away, a fretful expression on his beautiful face, as though his thoughts weighed him down. Silence stretched again inside the small space and Troy’s mouth settled into a hard line. He knew that Sebastian was worried about Arielle and her safety. He didn’t need to read his mind to understand his concerns.

  By the time they pulled into Nathan’s driveway, all Sebastian wanted was to get home to Arielle as soon as possible.

  “Sebastian, I understand the issue here,” Nathan said, “but you must have some positive reaction to the events that took place in the last two days. We did deliver a hard hit to Jorrit and Rainer.”

  This time Sebastian nodded in agreement and a satisfied glare danced in his eyes. Troy laughed out loud, happy to see Sebastian snapped out of his dark mood.

  “Thanks, Nathan, I appreciate your help,” Sebastian said sincerely. “Please tell Jasmine hello and I hope she feels better soon.”

  Nathan nodded and looked immensely relieved at being home. “I’ll make sure to tell her. I’ll see you both tomorrow.” Shutting the door, he tapped the roof of the car with his hand and, turning away, he strode toward the front door.

  When they reached Troy’s house, Sebastian turned and gave him a grateful look. He cleared his throat and managed a smile. “Be sure and say hello to Gabrielle for me,” he muttered. Troy stepped out of the car and shut the passenger door. He hesitated long enough to take a deep breath and, bending down, he motioned for Sebastian to lower the window. Sebastian tilted his head to the side to glance at his friend’s face as he was given a meaningful stare. Sebastian raised an eyebrow quizzically and, quickly, he glanced at the rearview mirror, muscles clenched.

  “What’s bothering you, man?” Troy asked with clear concern.

  Sebastian dropped his eyes to his lap and sat as motionless as a stone wall.

  “Sebastian!” Troy persi
sted. “I can see something is really wrong, so come out with it. It’ll make you feel a lot better, man.”

  He finally turned, gave Troy a restless stare, and grimaced. “Ugh… Troy, I’ve made a mess of Arielle’s life,” he said brusquely. “I feel guilty for being so selfish. I’m a selfish man. I should’ve never come to Brighton. I would have just been a guy she met on her holiday and nothing more. She would have forgotten about me. And she would now have a carefree life with no anxieties, without crazy people trying to kill her because of me.”

  Troy saw a shadow of discomfort on Sebastian’s face. “Sebastian, Arielle loves you,” he muttered quietly.

  Sebastian groaned. “This has turned out to be a horrible nightmare. Some nights, I stay awake suffocating in my own thoughts.” He winced once again at the elusive gist of his words. Troy was motionless with incredulity while leaning into the car, resting his elbows at the windowsill.

  “Well,” he said calmly with a shake of his head. “I think you’ve got this whole thing terribly wrong.”

  Sebastian raised his gaze to Troy. “How so?”

  Troy snorted. “I don’t think that Arielle could or would have gotten over you that easy. Gabrielle told me that when she came back from St. Jean last year, she was a mess. She thought that you just didn’t care. You had smashed her heart into a million shards and had spread them all over St. Jean. That’s not a girl that would just forget about you. You are more than a guy she met on the beach, Sebastian. She’s in love with you, man.”

  “I hope you’re right, because right now, I’m having a hard time forgiving myself.”

  Troy scoffed. “Arielle told me a while ago that she was ready to take on any crazy immortal who tried to get between you and her.”

  Sebastian couldn’t help grin at Troy’s words. “She’s kind of feisty, isn’t she?” he asked, joy in his voice.

  “Yes, she is.” Troy laughed, delighted. “Go home, man. Take her in your arms, and be thankful for having her in your life. I know I’m thrilled to have Gabrielle in mine. I had been sure that I would never find true love. Don’t you hate the thought of moving through eternity searching for, but never finding, what we now have with Arielle and Gabrielle?”

  Sebastian made a face. “You’re right, you’re right. I guess I just feel sorry for myself,” he said stiffly.

  Sebastian shifted uncomfortably, still smoldering, in deep thought. Minutes passed and Troy wished that his friend would get his head straight before he drove home. He pulled away from the window and, straightening up, he tapped lightly on the roof of the car. “Go home,” he called out.

  Sebastian snapped out of his murkiness. He looked up and nodded in response. “Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said quietly.

  Troy stepped away from the car and stood in the driveway, staring blindly as Sebastian pulled away. The worry on his best friend’s face, the urgency in his eyes, sent unease flooding through him. For a long moment, he remained quiet and unmoved. A magnificent mixture of colors burnished the clear sky to orange as the sun chased the horizon. Suddenly, Troy’s head ached, and he gazed into the distance, blinking away the sun’s glare. He was concerned about Sebastian. He was more like a brother to him than a friend. He knew the battle Sebastian was waging against the Mafia and Annabel while trying to protect his company from ruin and keep Arielle safe. With a minor shake of his head, the immortal decided to go inside. Turning around, his eyes fell on Gabrielle. She stood at the door watching him, dressed in a pair of shorts and a sexy tank top. She was a vision of beauty, lovelier than anything he could remember. He smiled appreciatively, his lungs locked, and his eyes burned with hunger. She hesitated for a moment before she ran, fell into his arms and buried her face against his muscled chest.

  “I miss…” she started to say, but Troy interrupted her. His arms came about her, and pulling her hard against his body, he bent down and crashed her lips beneath his, leaving her breathless.

  “God! I missed you,” he murmured against her mouth. Something inside of him tugged at his senses, and he held her tighter. The warmth of her body and the sweetness of her lips sent a scorching sensation over him and left him breathless.

  Gabrielle gazed into his eyes and saw beyond the passion to the deep concern etched inside. “What’s wrong, baby? Did something happen in Brussels?”

  Troy nuzzled her hair, and clasping her hand, he pulled her toward the house. “Nothing for you to worry about, love. Let’s go in. We need to make up for lost time.” He saw the satisfied grin on her face and her blissful giggle washed over him like summer breeze. He pushed the door shut, and his hands skimmed her thighs as he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on her lips. She scrabbled for an intelligible thought, but all she could do was moan with need. Troy draped his arms around her thighs and threw her over his shoulder, making her squeak with delight.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, giggling.

  Troy groaned softly. He wanted her like he had never wanted another woman before. “It’s time for bed,” he answered, his voice filled with need.

  Sebastian drove away, his head completely engulfed with heart-wrenching thoughts. Arielle was exposed to danger, and his selfishness put her in that situation. He felt a lump of nausea climbing up his throat, and a surge of anxiety coursed through his veins and spread like wild fire. He let the rage slither far into the deepest corner of his mind

  All he craved was to spend every single moment of his life loving Arielle. He never knew ecstasy until he bathed in the blue waters of her sapphire eyes, submerged himself into the wonder of her vigorous existence, and experienced the feeling of her sensual body. He was sure the sun rose in the marvel of the endless sky only for her and that she was the one and only bright star in the center of his universe. The car hit a bump, shaking him brusquely and bringing his mind back to the present. His arms ached for her, and the thought of her body was so intoxicating his mouth lifted at the corners and his foot pressed the gas pedal harder. His single and most steadfast need right now was to get home.

  They had spoken on the phone as soon as the plane landed and he knew that she was waiting for him at the beach. His mind unwittingly went to their last encounter on that beach and his lips curled up into a mischievous smile.

  He pulled into the garage and jumped out of the car anxiously. He went through the house with his immortal speed and now he stood at the edge of the garden gazing down at the shore. He scanned the area and his eyes found her lying on a beach towel, soaking in the sun’s warmth. He descended the wooden steps to the ocean and, taking his shoes off, he smiled wide as soon as he felt the cool sand between his toes.

  Several people walked along picking up shells and others were just sitting or sunbathing enjoying the day. He strolled slowly toward her and, reaching her side, he looked down at her. The sun reflected off her beautiful alabaster face, leaving him breathless.

  Her eyes were closed, a small iPod on the beach towel, earbuds plugged into her ears. She was listening to a beautiful slow song and she looked peaceful. His gaze roamed her face carefully and moved down to the white column of her long neck, over the mounds of her breasts, her tiny waist, down across her flat stomach, her curvy hips, and finally over her long beautiful legs. His mouth went dry at the sight of her beautiful body, barely covered by a tiny, white bikini.

  He dropped to his knees and, placing his hands on either side of her body, he bent down and pressed his lips against her sensuous mouth. She tensed for a short second, but the familiarity of the kiss made her heart pick up speed, and she lost herself in a great passion that took her breath away. He traced her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue and she parted her lips, giving him access to the sweetness of her mouth. He deepened the kiss, filled with eagerness and desire. Sebastian moaned blissfully, finally pulling back to glance down into a bluer than blue scorching gaze, a face that reflected clear hunger, and lips burning with lure. A smile tagged his lips and he dove right back into that kiss with vaster need. He decided to
take her home. He pulled back reluctantly and, sitting back on his heels, he watched her carefully. Her eyes were closed again and a smile of contentment painted her face. Silence spread around him like the stormy rain on a dry field, He waited for a short moment and felt giddy at the sight of her. Arielle blinked and, opening her eyes slowly, she gazed into his flawless face, and bit down onto her lip.

  “Hey,” her voice coded with want. He reached out and pulled the earbuds out of her ears.

  “Hey, baby,” he replied, running his finger across her lip line. “What were you listening to?” His immortal hearing had already picked up what she was listening to, but he wanted to hear it from her lips.

  “Oh,” she giggled, “it’s just an audio book I bought yesterday.”

  “Love story?” He was grinning, fully aware of her reply.

  “Of course, what else?”

  He arched an eyebrow amusingly, and his eyes flashed. “And the book is?”

  “East of the Sun,” she replied evenly.

  Pleasure washed over him. He gazed out toward the ocean in thought. His mind flipped through copious information and, finally turning back, he gave her a thoughtful look. “I don’t think I’m familiar with the book.”

  “It’s not new, but it’s really good. A great love story,” she said passionately.

  “Indeed!” he replied gently and, leaning back down, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I love you, baby.”

  Arielle smiled wide, “I love you, too.”

  “Did you miss me?” He angled into the question with extreme eagerness. He was surprised at the want in the tone of his voice. Why am I so insecure? That’s not an immortal emotion. I shouldn’t feel that way.