Chapter 15

Sorin strode through the entrance, pulling Colette close to him. He didn’t trust the other male wolves and wouldn’t risk them laying a finger on her. His priority was to get her to his home, safe and sound.

Sorin navigated the interior of the wall, hoping to avoid any unnecessary attention. They still had a good forty-five minutes before they would reach his house. A lot could happen in that time.

As they maneuvered around the buildings, Colette was filled with questions. Everything was much larger than she’d anticipated.

She’d imagined they lived in small huts, but instead, there were numerous full-sized houses, made of sandy-colored concrete with large iron doors and expansive windows. They were far from humble.

After about thirty minutes, Colette noticed a large, white temple in the middle of the buildings. It appeared to be made of quartz and was well-maintained, with tall pillars at the front and stone steps leading up.

A tall, slender woman emerged from the temple, dressed in a light lilac dress. The fabric crisscrossed over her chest, splitting between her legs. She wore silver jewelry around her neck and beneath her breasts.

A silver belt hung low on her hips, and she had an arm cuff on each arm. As she walked, Colette noticed she wore sandals. The woman was mesmerizing. Colette was taken aback by her beauty.

Suddenly, the woman’s gaze met Colette’s, and Colette froze. The woman’s face was stunning. Her jet-black hair flowed down her back, framing a face that was indescribably beautiful.

Her eyes were silver and outlined with kohl. She gave Colette a soft smile before turning away and reentering the temple. She looked like a goddess.

Colette wanted to ask Sorin about her, but he’d made it clear she should remain silent. At least until they reached his house.

Everyone they passed was incredibly attractive. She couldn’t believe it. She was certain Sorin was mistaken. There was no way that with women like the goddess, any man here would want her. Except for Sorin, who’d made his intentions clear.

Sorin led her to a house on the far side of the compound, which contradicted all her preconceived notions.

His house was large, with multiple balconies and adorned with stone decorations. It was sand-colored with numerous windows and shrubbery. He led Colette around the back and let her in.

They stepped into a spacious living room, which was connected to a modern kitchen. Unlike the living room, this kitchen was furnished. Next to the kitchen was a small breakfast area with a round table and four chairs.

Sorin set her down and immediately started moving. “I’ll have to leave you for a bit, but I trust you can take care of yourself,” he said, heading through the living room towards a large staircase.

Colette followed him, not wanting to be left alone. Not yet. They’d been together for nearly two weeks. The thought of being alone with her own thoughts was daunting.

The staircase was made of dark wood and led to a plush, white carpeted landing. To the left of the stairs was a large master bedroom.

In the middle of the room was a large bed with a nightstand on either side. Sorin led her to the right, where there was a large closet. One side held a few items, the other was empty.

He started to undress but stopped with his shirt halfway off. “I’m going to take off my clothes,” he warned, aware of her discomfort with his nudity.

Colette turned around, her cheeks flushing.

At least this place had some redeeming qualities.

Sorin finished changing into fresh clothes and planted a kiss on the back of Colette’s head. “I have to see my alpha. It’s important. Please…make yourself at home,” he pleaded, quickly exiting the room.

She stood there, stunned. She heard his heavy footsteps descending the stairs and the front door slam shut behind him. Suddenly alone for the first time in two weeks, Colette simply sat down on his bed.

For a long time, she just sat in silence, waiting for him to return. When he didn’t, she found herself stroking the soft, fuzzy blanket on his bed.

Everything seemed so perfect, as if no one lived here. As she ran her hand along the bed, she noticed the dirt under her fingernails and the grime on the back of her hand.

She stood up quickly, horrified. She was filthy. She felt too dirty to sit on his bed.

Colette crossed the room to his bathroom, gaping as she entered. It was larger than her bedroom at home, with a double vanity sink and a large tub in the far corner.

She moved further into the room and caught her reflection in the mirror. How did Sorin bear to look at her? She was covered in grime from head to toe. Even a leaf was stuck in her long, black hair.

Certain that Sorin had left, Colette slowly stripped off her clothes and dropped them in a pile on the pristine white-tiled floor. Although she was tempted to try out the tub, she wasn’t sure she’d ever leave it and opted for the shower.

After what felt like an eternity, Colette stepped out of the shower, enveloped in a cloud of steam. She’d probably scrubbed off an entire layer of skin in her desperate attempt to clean herself, but she felt like a new person.

Colette wandered into his closet, trying to find something that might fit her. She had no luck and settled for a large T-shirt and a pair of drawstring sweatpants.

She tried to stay in his bedroom and not snoop, but curiosity got the better of her. There was another bedroom across from the master, and two bedrooms at the other end of the hall, as well as a small laundry room.

It was a perfect little family home. Sorin could definitely start a family here.

Colette blushed at the thought, squeezing her thighs together. What was wrong with her body? She did ~not~ want to have children with Sorin.

She felt a blush spread across her body and frowned in confusion. She didn’t. She was certain she did not.

Colette descended the stairs and stood at the bottom, unsure of where to go. To the left was the front door, but she knew she didn’t want to go that way. She wasn’t safe out there without Sorin.

Straight ahead from the stairs was a man cave. A huge leather couch faced a large TV, a pool table was to the left, and a massive oak desk to the right.

Colette returned to the kitchen, snooping through his food. There didn’t seem to be much food, and he had mentioned that he was rarely here. He’d said he spent a lot of time traveling between his cabin and this house.

Colette couldn’t picture herself trading this cozy house for the cabin. If he was hell-bent on keeping her captive, he might as well do it here.

The cabin was grimy and chilly. This house, on the other hand, was warm and well-appointed, except for the three bedrooms that weren’t the master. He owned a house with four bedrooms and four bathrooms. Why on earth would he prefer the cabin?

She discovered the pantry and gathered as many snacks as she could carry, then navigated her way back to the living room. She sprawled out on the couch, munching contentedly, when out of nowhere—there was a knock at the door.