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"

on the

ate our dinner in

our dinner, I took our plates to the

losing my opportunity to talk to him

out of the kitchen door to see where he was

saw him getting in his study

be in there for a

him about it when he's still in his

wash our plates before I go and talk with him but deep down I know I was procrastinating to talk

have a gut feeling that he wouldn't allow but I won't know for sure

the plates were washed, dried and kept

hands on my cotton shorts nervous at the

not going to do

He's your mate.

heard in my head after which

my head agreeing with what

go talk to him, now

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

study sooner than

once again on my shorts before curling my right hand in a loose

Knock, knock.

every little thing

breathed in deeply when I

"Come in"

door knob opening the door halfway, enough to

eyes were zeroed on a file in his hand as his eyes scanned everything that

my way towards his desk and stood

didn't look up to acknowledge my

at me or at least let me know

didn't say anything for a

sighed heavily but kept his eyes fixated on the file in

He turned the page.

"What is it?"

asked without glancing

and shuffled a little nervous on

want to..but I

sure how to start or how to talk without making him angry

file down and looked up at

cold

all night, Meryl.Say

as he held

fluttered a little when he

to me and hearing him say my name

aside for a moment and concentrate at

I visit my old

down at my shoe and then at him trying

remained neutral, he didn't say anything but picked the

"No."

answer held a

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