It's been a week since I was stuck here, in this mansion.

It felt like years had passed since I came here.

I haven't seen anything else other than the walls and grand antique pieces in the mansion.

Xerxes doesn't allow me outside and I didn't fight him to let me because he never made me feel like I'm his mate, he never made me feel like I am his equal, he never made me feel like we're suppose to be together forever and he never made me feel like I have a right to fight with him.

He doesn't talk much and spends almost all of his time when he's at home in his study office.

He wouldn't let anyone enter not even me.

If he needed any thing he would asked Lucy and that was it.

The only contact I have of the outside world is through Lucy.

She fills me in on everything that was going on in and around the pack.

Lisa visits only once a week that is, Sunday.

Xerxes doesn't know about that, he thinks she come along with her mother to give Lucy a helping hand in her work.

I miss my old pack and my parents terribly.

I wanna go back home and be with them.

I want to be with my family and not here where I feel like I am not even wanted.

I wish Xerxes would let me at least visit them or let them visit me.

I will have to talk to him about it.

I just wish he would let me.

tok Lucy went back to the pack house leaving me alone in this huge mansion which neither feels like home nor anyway near cosy.

It was cold just like the owner himself.

I heard the front door opened and ran towards it from the kitchen where I was heating our dinner.

I smiled brightly when I saw Xerxes.

He pulled his coat off of him and hung it on the coat hanger.

"Welcome.Dinner is ready.’’ I said causing him to look at me and grunt out a okay.

I swirled on my heels and walked in the direction of the kitchen with him in tow.

I smiled a little.

He seemed to be not in a bad mood but at the same time that's his normal face so I can't say anything.

He sat down on the stool and I took our dinner out from the oven when it beeped.

I had already arranged two plates for us so I started filling his plate then mine.

I handed him his plate and he took it.

you.’’ He

"You're welcome"

down on the stool

ate our dinner

our plates to the sink

opportunity to talk

out of the kitchen door to

getting in

in there for a very

about it

decided to wash our plates before I go and talk with him but deep down I

have a gut feeling that he wouldn't allow but I won't know for sure if I never talk to him

it anymore as the plates were washed, dried and kept

on my cotton shorts nervous at the thought of talking to

He's your mate.

in my head after which she

head agreeing

to him, now or

all the while praying to let him visit my old pack or at

reached outside his study sooner than I

curling my right hand in a

Knock, knock.

perked up as I knocked, hearing every little thing as I waited patiently for him to

deeply when I heard

"Come in"

door knob opening the door halfway,

eyes were zeroed on a file in his hand as his

way towards his desk and stood opposite of him

look up

for him to look at me or at least let me know

didn't say

heavily but kept his eyes fixated on

He turned the page.

"What is it?"

asked without glancing at

my lip and shuffled a little nervous on how to

really want

wasn't sure how to start or how to talk without making him angry at

down

cold as

all night,

voice was deep as he held

fluttered a little when he

hearing him say my

for a moment

visit my old

looking down at my shoe and then at

say anything but picked the file back up and read

"No."

answer held a

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