Chapter 17: We Will Share A Bedroom?
Avery
The moment those words left Dominic’s mouth our bedroom—my brain short–circuited. Our bedroom? As in, we would be sharing a mom? I couldn’t help but recall his contract with Trevor… and Julian’s casual mention that I was Dominic’s tenth bride. Would I become his bride too?
I snuck a glance at Dominic walking ahead of me. His brow was furrowed as he stared at something in the distance, lost in thought. Just as he started to turn his head toward me, I quickly averted my gaze, heart hammering. I couldn’t let him catch me staring.
Maybe he arranged for us to share a bedroom because he wanted easy access whenever he felt like having sex? The thought sent an icy chill down my spine. I hated being touched… when Kevin touched me, I felt nothing but disgust and nausea.
For someone like me, covered in scars, sex would be nothing short of torture. The thought of exposing my damaged body to anyone made me want to curt into myself and disappear.
The corridor we walked through was eerily quiet, not another soul in sight. I took the opportunity to observe my surroundings, trying to memorize the layout in case I needed to… well, in case I needed to know.
Dominic’s residence was surprisingly modern–all sleek lines and contemporary design. Glass walls revealed panoramic views of dense forest, while polished stone floors gleamed beneath our feet.
I trailed behind Dominic, keeping a careful distance–one body length between us felt safe. He moved with the confident stride of someone who owned everything around him, which, I supposed, he did.
As we entered through the main doors of the building, a group of female servants approached us. I nearly stumbled in surprise. They were all stunningly beautiful with perfect figures, dressed in elegant uniforms that looked more like designer outfits than work clothes. I glanced down at my own ragged attire, suddenly painfully aware of how I must look. These were proper servants, while I was dressed like… well, like the slave I had been.
I caught some of the maids stealing glances at me, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and something else I couldn’t quite place. Judgment, perhaps?
“Welcome home, my dear master,” they chorused in perfect unison, bowing slightly to Dominic.
Master? I frowned. Why weren’t they calling him Alpha? Was this normal protocol here? A sudden sharp pain lanced through my heart, catching me off guard. I pressed my hand against my chest, confused by the sensation. It felt almost like… jealousy? No, that couldn’t be right. I was probably just tired or hungry. I pushed the feeling aside and continued following Dominic deeper into the building.
“This way,” he said, leading me up a grand staircase to the second floor. We walked down a hallway lined with enormous windows that offered breathtaking views of the forest. The Tempest Howlers‘ architecture seemed designed to blend with nature–all stone and glass, bringing the outside in.
I moved cautiously through this unfamiliar environment, stunned by how modern everything was. Blood Moon’s buildings were practically medieval by comparison.
We reached the end of the corridor–to my… our… room. It was massive, as if this entire wing had been designed to accommodate just this single space.
Dominic pushed open heavy wooden doors, revealing a vast open area dominated by a king–sized bed covered in deep blue bedding. Floor–to–ceiling windows overlooked the mountains, and a stone fireplace took up nearly an entire wall. The room was elegant without being ostentatious, powerful yet somehow
welcoming.
“The bathroom is there,” he pointed to a door on the right. “Towels are in the cabinets. Use whatever you need.”
I stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide as I took everything in. Was this comfortable room really going to be mine? At Blood Moon, I’d slept on the floor
like an animal…
Would I be sleeping in Dominic’s arms tonight? The thought brought back memories of this morning, when I’d spent hours in his embrace. Strangely, I hadn’t minded his touch as much as I should have.
“This… is your room?” I asked softly, still not daring to step fully inside.
“Now it’s yours too. Ours,” he corrected, gracefully lowering himself into a leather armchair opposite the stone fireplace. “The Alpha suite.”
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Chapter 17: We Will Share A Bedroom?
Alpha sutte. I almost laughed at the absurdity. Being brought here as a slave to clean the Alpha’s quarters would have made sense. But this mazal? actually belonging partly to me? Impossible.
The word ‘Alpha” made me flinch slightly. That title had nothing but negative associations for me.
“The bathroom is there, he repeated, nodding toward a rich mahogany door. Towels are in the cabinets inside. Use whatever you need.”
I stood awkwardly, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. Was he planning to stay and watch me? The thought made my skin crawl. But another part of me—a traitorous, confusing part—felt a strange flutter at his presence.
Aren’t you… I began, then stopped myself. Questioning an Alpha was never wise.
Dominic raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue. When I didn’t, he sighed. ‘Aren’t I what, Avery?”
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