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After Payne left, I stood awkwardly in the room staring at the door, I picked up the remaining pieces of my pride and decided to explore the room. Even though the circumstances were bad, the room was a sign to show that maybe he cared where I stayed... Or maybe he just thought I suffered enough in that old, plain, furniture less room. The cage room .

Interesting. Wasn't he?

Payne Vincent. The name sounds so fierce and respectable. Payne, the name how ironic, he seems to like causing pain.

I strolled toward the door on the other side of the room and I realized that I hadn't taken a bath... Since I left the other pack. I stunk, no wonder Payne didn't stick around.

I turned the door knob and as it cracked open a lavender scent filled my nostrils. The room was painted in the same color as the bedroom, the cream and dark brown. It was absolutely beautiful with a brown marble surface for the sink that stood opposite the bath tub and the shower was cream in color. I've never had my own room at my old pack and to being given this place was something I appreciated more than Payne would ever know but I had to enjoy the moment as it lasted, despite my stupidity that brings out the hope that I could get through to Payne I knew the room was probably too good to be true. He'd take it back the instant he gets upset with me again and I could see that happening the next time he sees my face.

I locked the bathroom door and turned back to the bathroom I was in. There was a sink opposite the shower and a mirror hanging over it. Would I even dare look at myself? I knew I was a mess but still, I had to.

I walked in the way of the mirror and gasped at the stranger that stared back at me.
Long dirty blond, yet golden hair was held in a messy pony tail. Tired teal blue eyes over a straight nose and small pink lips. I looked like a mess with dirt marks on my face and even on my now ruined clothes.

Damn, I looked like shit. Maybe if I cleaned up I'd-
-Nope. Just clean up to look presentable that's all. Nothing more.

I stripped out of my dirt filled rags of clothing but not before I double checked to see that the door was locked, it was a habit I had. In the other pack I had to always be cautious when I took a bath, I'd always been bullied before and I didn't need them to insult me on my unimpressive body.

I climbed into the shower and turned the knob and let the water cascade down my body and cleanse me from my filt. The water was warm and I let out a deep sigh of relief. This was a blissful moment that I needed to cherish.

It was simply the best bath I had ever had.

A few minutes later when I was throughoutly cleansed I wrapped myself in a towel from a nearby shelve and re-entered the room. The air was chilly and I walked over to the wardrobe and opened up the draws to find clothes to wear as Payne had suggested.

The first draw had a few pairs of under wear and bras in it and the drawer lower down was filled with normal looking clothes. It wasn't much but it was clothes after all. Before in the other pack I was forced to use the clothes I always had before my parents died and that left me with only one pair of grey jeans and a few T-shirts and it was both a blessing and a curse to neither gain nor lose weight, that way they'd be able to fit as I got older.

I put a pair of underwear on together with a baby blue T-shirt and grey silk pants. There wasn't a brush or comb for me to untangle the wet knots in my hair so I settled for towel drying my hair and when it was finally dried I climbed into the bed and pulled the covers up. The bed was soft and the duvet was thick and warm compared to the coldness of the air. I've never been in such a comfortable bed like this before and I felt terrible sleeping on it. I didn't deserve to sleep on something like this. I was trash a useless orphan that nobody wanted including my mate.
The same mate who held me by my throat and revealed what he was capable of, he was also the same mate that I stupidly wanted to be with or at least figure out.

I couldn't stand the comfort and softness of the bed and I couldn't shake the thought that I didn't deserve to be on a bed like this. I was used to a plain mattress that was so old the springs popped out through little holes with every move I made.

I threw off the covers and settled onto the ground near the bed in the coldness. I couldn't pull one of the expensive looking sheets or a pillow onto the ground with me, I was the trash not the stuff.

I lifted my legs high up to my chest and took steady breaths. My body got used to the coldness and not long after I was comfortable on the cool carpeted ground.

I must have fallen asleep at that point because when I woke it was to an irritating long pinging noise coming from the alarm over head ontop of the side table near the bed. I slowly rose up from the ground and began stretching out my arms. The ground was surprisingly comfortable and my body didn't ache at all. As I got to my feet however, I froze. Like literally froze in my step.

Payne was standing in the corner of the room against the only door out. He was dressed in a dark green T-shirt that hugged his chest perfectly and fit his toned arms neatly, with a black jeans and a pair of boots he looked as menacing as he was. His arms was crossed over his chest, his arm muscles bulging and the dark tattoos covered every inch of his revealed skin. His hair looked wet and was tousled on his head. His eyes were stuck on me. Not in an angry way but it wasn't in a happy way either.

My heart naturally began to pound in my chest as I looked up at him. I didn't know what to do or say. What was he doing in the room? How long was he here? Did I wake up late or something?

I turned toward the clock on the table and my heart jolted. Shit! I woke up late. That's why he's angry !

"I-I'm sorry I wo-" I began but his deep, husky voice sounded over mine.

"The ground?" He asked flatly and a brow rised slightly. The ground? What? or yes I slept on the ground but why did he care?

"Yes." I answered and cleared my throat. My stupid voice was extra wimpy in the morning. I fixed myself in a better position so I could show I wasn't intimidated by him but on the inside I was afraid of what he was going to do to me. I woke up late after all and that was all he had asked of me even after he gave me this beautiful room.

"Why were you on the ground Alexis? Is there something wrong with the bed I've given you?" He growled out as he stood straighter no longer against the wall. Did I ever mention how nice my name sounds when it rolls of his tongue? whether his voice and tone was rough it still sounded prettier than it was from his mouth. Wait, what did he just say? My heart was pounding so hard I was unable to think straight. God, this whole mate shit was really affecting me and my wolf was going barnacles but she should really stay quiet she was utterly useless just as I was.

"N-no... I um.. " my voice trailed off, how was I supposed to tell him that I wasn't accustomed to such nice things and I felt better off on the ground. He'd probably yell and complete his threat if I said something like that to him. He wouldn't understand. He's probably never had someone decline a gift like this from him, what am I saying this isn't a gift, this is just temporary until he finds somewhere else for me to stay.

"Go on Alexis. Why weren't you on the bed?" He insisted and even though I couldn't lie to him or even deny him an answer I couldn't tell him the truth. I knew I couldn't.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for getting up late. I'll go get ready now." I replied and my gaze fell to the ground as I began walking toward the bathroom. I stopped half way though because his voice boomed through the room as he yelled at me. Yep. I knew it was coming.

"Did I tell you that you could leave? Turn the fuck around Alexis and tell me why the hell you were on the ground! I gave you a bed! You're supposed to sleep on it ! Tell me now why were you on the fucking ground?!" The yelling was followed by a vicious growl and I couldn't help but shrink at it. I was so used to the yelling and people screaming at me that it was just a bodily reflex to want to cry and fall to the ground before the beatings began. But no more tears.

I sucked in my fear and turned to him but his eyes bore straight through to my soul and he saw how scared I was of him, thing was with him, he didn't care.

"I couldn't sleep on the bed. I'm used to the ground or a plain mattress okay? Please just let me go get ready." My voice trembled and revealed my secret fear of him but surprisingly he didn't look like he enjoyed my fear, his face was straight and he shook his head and left.

After taking a shower, I put on a grey T-shirt one of the few in the draw and went back to my dirty clothes and put my grey worn out jeans back on together with my converse. I had a single hair tie that I had came with and I finger combed my hair into a pony tail and waited for Payne to return to the room.

He came into the room a couple minutes after and he looked like the same grumpy, careless A-hole he was. I was already standing and I straightened my clothes and he nodded his head to the door. I walked first and he directed me to where the front door was. I hated how weird this mansion was, too many hallways and endless grey and dark colors.

"I'm not hungry so I'll show you where we can start with your chores. I'll have someone bring you your meals later on. A male preferably," he went silent and a vein stuck out a bit on his forehead, clearing his throat he said, "sure why not a male? You'll clean the barbwires first. It's covered in blood from yesterday." I was repulsed by what he wanted me to do but I knew I couldn't say no to him. He spoke so bored as if blood on the barbwires was like tea in the morning. He and his sister obviously was the cause of the blood there, they probably got into another one of their famous fights.

We kept going and we exited the double doors and were faced with the forest ahead. The fresh air was heaven to inhale and I missed the scent even though yesterday I had been in it. Payne came up to my side, and he directed me toward the wires.

We passed through a path that I now knew well. This place was ridiculously big and ugly. I seriously hated this castle and now he was making me stay here to serve him.

While heading to the Barbwires or whatever I almost tripped over a log with my clumsiness and a true gentleman would have offered a hand or something. Payne shook his head and kept walking.

"How sweet of of you." I muttered angrily under my breath and picked up my pace to walk again by his side.

"I try my best." He muttered teasingly and I almost died from shock. Did he just try to be funny?

"I realized" I shot back and within a few steps I met up to him. When I figured he wasn't going to reply I decided to pry and see if I could make more of a conversation. "So this whole place here? Is it one of your territories or something? Or is it your home? Just asking. It doesn't really have a home vibe to it you know?" I asked and I looked up at his tall form. Such a handsome male but so destructive and brutal at the same time. His stare was straight to where we were headed but I hoped he'd answer. I liked talking to him. His husky voice was one my wolf and I trully enjoyed hearing.

"This is just one of our places. It's temporary. We'll be heading back to our home soon." The way he said home was like he was talking about a jail or something. Not particularly a place he enjoyed.

"When you say we .. Uhm ...???" I let my voice trail off and I expectantly waited for his reply. Was he going to carry me to their home? I shouldn't feel the sence of hope I was feeling now but I couldn't help it. It was blooming all over and I fought to keep a straight face to not show the smile that was tugging at my lips.

"My sister and I." He answered and my hope deflated. Well shit

But what did I expect though?
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