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“Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot,” She said, pretending to fall over on her side, like she had been shot.

“Have you spoken to his wolf?” She thought for a second.

“No, I don’t know how”

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to figure out what she meant.

“I think I have to meet him, I can’t hear him. I spoke to Damien though” The last part irked me as I didn’t understand.

“What do you mean you spoke to Damien, Layla?” I spat, annoyed. That means she had control. I felt her retreat slightly, but I pulled her back.

“When?” I could tell she didn’t want to answer.

“When you were sleeping, I would go see him” She blurted. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration.

“Don’t do that unless I let you Layla”

“Why, he is my mate too?” She argued.

“I know but you can’t just take control like that, not while I’m not present” I tell her.

“Yeah, you say that, but you never give me control” She says before stalking off to the back of my mind. I feel her sadness and I actually feel bad for her. Walking into the closet, I grab some flannelette pyjamas and slip them on. I open the door and walk downstairs to look for Damien.

Chapter 11

Lily Pov

When I get downstairs, I turn walking up the side of the stairs where I noticed a door earlier in the day. Stepping through the door, I find it is a kitchen. The room was huge and also white, like the rest of the house, with white marble bench tops and stainless-steel appliances. The woman who binned my clothes for the Alpha was standing in the kitchen at the counter cooking what smelt like pasta. She was busily chopping vegetables with her back to me. I walked in and she jumped, startled not realising I was behind her. Her hand went to her chest before recognition dawned on her and a small smile played on her lips.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on an old lady dear, you gave me quite the fright” She chuckled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I’m Lily” I tell her before walking over and watching her.

“Natalia dear, lovely to meet you”

“Need any help?” I asked hopefully. This place was boring and kind of like watching paint dry. She smiled before sliding the knife she was using over to me and the wooden chopping board with a capsaicin half cut up. I started dicing them, She nodded her head in approval and turned to the fridge and grabbed out some onions and tomatoes, placing them on the bench next to me. I quickly chopped everything while she checked the pasta and the mince she was cooking. I scraped the chopping board of vegetables into the frypan.

“You seem to know what you’re doing,” She added. I nodded.

“I did most of the cooking at home. My father is a terrible cook? The man could burn water” I tell her, making her chuckle, before walking over to the fridge and looking for a drink. I saw some beers on the top shelf and grabbed one, popping the lid with the knife. She turned around looking at me, raising an eyebrow, a smirk on her face.

“Are you even older enough to be drinking?” She asks, but it's clear she already knows the answer.

“Close enough” I tell her, giving her a wink. She smiles before turning back to the frypan and stirring. I drink half the bottle, feeling extremely thirsty before grabbing another and walking over to help get plates ready.

“How many people live here?” I asked, expecting her to say a few. But by how quiet the house was, I had my doubts.

“Only the Alpha, I work until nine and in the morning, Tabitha comes till lunch time. The Alpha likes his privacy” She tells me. All this house for one person.

“God must be lonely” Layla says, thinking the same thing as me.

“What’s with the steel door upstairs?” I ask. She turns to face me and I could tell she knows but doesn’t want to say.

“The Alpha had it installed while he was away, it’s some sort of safe room”

“Safe room?” I asked, who is he hiding from the townspeople? I thought but didn’t ask. I could tell Natalia was uncomfortable with the mention of the strange room lurking behind the door.

She plates up dinner on two plates and places the leftovers in a dish. She then slides one plate in front of me. It smells delicious. She then places the other plate inside the oven.


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