Mated To A Convict (Book Two)

Chapter 17: Seran

Chapter 17: Seran (Picture above, you will find out who this is later on in the story.)

Taylor's POV:

I stare at the never ending lines of railroad tracks. It seems to go on forever through the grassy and vacant plains. Nothing but green grass and trees are littered over the mountains on the beautiful sunny day.

I'm dreaming again.

I hug my knees to my chest, my dress laying spread out on the ground. It's a blue strapless dress that goes down about six inches below my knees. There's no designs, it's just a plain aqua blue dress.

I jump when a hand rests on my shoulder.

"Sorry." The deep voice apologizes. I turn around and see what I believe is a man, but he's blurry. I squint my eyes but I still can't see him.

"Can I show you something, Taylor? Please?" He asks.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Just let me show you?" He offers again, holding his hand out.

I sigh, well, it's not like I can die in a dream so I might as well. I take his hand and the picture molds and shapes. I'm now standing up, walking through a forest.

I'm in an officers uniform, I have scratches and bruises all over me. I'm walking with three officers ahead of me with a man in handcuffs. I look to my right and see the green eyed wolf walking with me in the cover.

At the tree line, which leads to the road, he stops following so I stop as well. I look ahead and see a wreaked police cruiser and a wrecked white car.

I stare into his green eyes and I'm about to walk up to him, but he begins to fade.

"Don't you dare! Don't do this aga-" I wake up to, once again, Soren shaking me in my seat.

It's daylight and I'm still in the back of the truck.

"We're at the house. And don't do what again?" He asks.

"Noting. I was dreaming. So, this is home?" I ask, stepping out to see a two story white house.

"For now." He reply's.

I grab my bag and begin to walk up to the house when all of a sudden, goose bumps rise on my neck. I look around the large, probably rich, neighborhood and see nothing out of the ordinary.

Soren comes up the porch with our remaining bags and unlocks the door. I step inside the luxurious home and tell myself, 'Yep, defiantly the rich side of town.'

It was a little to rich for my taste, but beautiful none the less.

It had light bamboo floors with white walls, a cream leather couch, flat screen TV, glass coffee tables, a black and white striped rug, with odd shaped thin chairs beside the couch.

In the far back is a glass dining table with black chairs. Two sides of the walls are just large glass windows showing the pool in the twelve foot high fenced in back yard.

To the left is a mini bar with a way too fancy kitchen behind it with marble patterned floors. I'm not even upstairs and yet this place is too much. I've never lived somewhere this luxurious.

(I will post a picture of his house in the next chapter.)

I walk to the stairs and leave my bag there. On one of the decorating tables, I see pictures of Soren individually, while some have pictures of him with a young boy.