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"

whispered sitting down on the stool

our dinner

our plates

my opportunity to talk to him about

out quietly and peeked out of the kitchen door

him getting in

will be in there for a very long

talk to him about it when he's still

him but deep down I know I

I won't know for sure if I never talk to him

plates were washed, dried

hands on my cotton shorts

on, he's not going to

He's your mate.

heard in my head after which

nodded my head agreeing with

to him, now or

while praying to let him visit my old

his study sooner than

my shorts before curling my right hand in

Knock, knock.

hearing every little thing

when I heard his deep

"Come in"

knob opening the door

hand as his eyes scanned everything that was printed on the

desk and

didn't look up to acknowledge

or at least let

I didn't say

sighed heavily but kept his eyes

He turned the page.

"What is it?"

asked without glancing

shuffled a

really want to..but

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

the file down and

gaze cold

have all night,

was deep as he held my

little when he addressed me with my

hardly talks to me and hearing him say my name gave me a warm

this feelings aside for a moment and concentrate at the

I visit my old

looking down at my shoe and

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

"No."

held a finality

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