Meeting In The Middle

I'm His Kitten

I wake up, my head clear and my senses sharp. I wasn't in the cabin I was used to waking up in. It had a distinctive foreign smell to it and it wasn't familiar. I sit up and suddenly I realize the commitment I made yesterday. I was in a large bedroom, the walls painted a rich gold colour and the bed was covered in glittery bedsheets. I wasn't in my dirty clothes anymore, instead, I was wearing fine silk. I missed Ryder but I knew what I had to do. I just needed to find the perfect time.

I hear a knock on my door.

"Ms. Rosella, would you like your breakfast?"
"I'm not very hungry right now, thank you." I holler at the door, pulling my hair back into a ponytail. I slowly jumped out of bed, wondering who dressed me. I bite my lip, it better not be Ethan. I decided to explore this room. It was as large as my house, definitely more lavishing. The soft carpet felt smooth under my toes and I sink into them as I walk atop. There was a walk in closet that was half the size of my room. There were endless rows of dresses and expensive clothing lined with jewels and gold. I pick a dress off the hook and narrow my eyes. It had a plunging V-line and I look at it in disgust.

"Do you like the clothes I picked out for you?" His velvety voice startled me. I didn't hear him approach me but then again, that was a werewolf thing. I could scare people when I shifted. I grin at the thought. Ethan took the dress from my hand and places it against my body, admiring the way it would look on me. The neck line was way too low for my liking. I grab it and place it back where I found it.

"There's no way I'm going to wear that." I retort and narrow my eyes.

"Just thought you'll look nice in it, kitten." He smiled smugly when he saw my expression.

"Don't call me that." I insist, my eyes straying from his. I couldn't get attached to him, this was all supposed to be an act. I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way deeper into the ravishing closet. My eyes trailed over the amount of clothes hung on the hooks and decided on a simple T-shirt and ripped black skinny jeans. This was more like me. He scrunched his eyebrows when he sees my clothing of choice but he doesn't try to stop me. If he did, the clothes would be a goner and nothing else in this clothing paradise was decent enough for me to wear comfortably.

I wait for him to leave before changing into the clothes. I felt nice and fresh when I leave the changing room, my hair tied up in a tight ponytail. There was a bounce in my step and when Ethan saw me, he nodded in approval.

"I wanted to see you in a dress but this is always fine." He grins playfully and I roll my eyes at his spoiled behaviour. "Makes you look like the bad boy's girlfriend."

I raise an eyebrow. "Aren't I?"

He chuckled and takes a sip of his coffee he placed on my dresser. His vibrant green eyes pierce mine and he leans back in the rocking chair. "Tell me more about yourself, kitten."

I sigh and take a seat on the couch in the highly decorated room. Just play along.

"The name's Rosella. I come from a quiet city just outside this town. My friends have brought me to the forest one day and I found out about their little secret and discovered that I was one of you guys." I try my best for the next part even though it was tearing my heart apart. "I met Ryder a late afternoon and he caught my heart as quick as a snap, maybe it was the mate bonding magic but then he became selfish and cruel, and I didn't want anything to do with him." I gulped after I finished, making this as believable as possible. I think he bought it. Either that or he was very good at hiding emotions. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and he inhales, his eyes full of sympathy.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all that." He murmured softly, and when I dared to take a peek into his eyes, I regretted it instantly. It was so deep and mesmerizing, full of sympathy, I almost believed myself.

He runs a hand through his bronze hair attractively and I look away quickly. Why is it that I'm started to develops feelings for him?

He gets up slowly and started making his way towards the door. "Well, I'm going to go see if breakfast is ready, and I'll give you some time to think." He decided, giving me a soft smile. I watched him leave wistfully. I put my hear I my hands in distress when I was sure he had left.

"This can't be happening." I grit my teeth trying to chase the feelings away.

I had to pull myself together and I had to get back to Ryder before I actually fell for him, something that was not part of my plan. It was an undesirable output and it was about to drag me down. I would break Ryder's heart more than it broke mine and he would be left mateless, depressed and devastated.

I swallow. He would end up like Alpha Damian.

I shake my head and decide to face the world. I would stay for another week then escaped through some window at night. I bite my lip when I realize how much thought I didn't put into planning before I took action. I missed out important details like how I would sneak out of a werewolf's territory without them sensing me, how I could outrun them all. What would happen if he caught me? I sigh loudly and try to compose myself. What was I thinking?

Ethan walked in with a tray of eggs and bacon on a silver plate and he was concentrated on not dropping the orange juice in his other hand. I laughed lightly when he breathes a sigh of relief when he sits the plate on the dresser.

"We'll didn't spill it." He announced proudly. I laughed at him once again and he hands me the plate.

"What are you gonna eat?" I question him, taking the plate. He smiles wickedly at me, his sharp teeth glinting in the light.

"I'm going to cook you." He said, his voice deadly. I stare at him. Then he breaks into a playful grin. "No, kitten. I'm going out to hunt."

Then without another word, he saunters out the door, whistling to his own songs and rhythms. I roll my eyes at his figure and take a bite out of the bacon. Heaven.

I devour the bacon and eggs and set the plate aside. Since Ethan would be gone for a while, I could maybe snoop around a bit, just to piece together information about what happened to his mate. Not that I was a creep or anything but his room was right across the hall and it couldn't hurt to kill some time.

I tip-toe to his room but I was positive the werewolves in the rooms I passed could hear me and smell me. I flinch when I hear a door close. I turn to the sound but it wasn't Ethan. U quickly duck into his room and shut the door behind me.

His room was large and fancy nonetheless. Maybe a little larger than mine but it was hard to tell when you had such large rooms. He had a king bed placed at the back corner of the room and a huge TV on the wall in front of it. It wasn't messy like I thought it would be, instead it was quite clean. The red velvet carpet was soft and looked untouched. He had made up his bed or somebody came here to do it for him. Drawers lined the wall and a particular one caught my eye. It was a wooden one with a mirror attached to the frame. I stepped towards it silently and I find a wooden box engraved with A.T. I lightly touch the lid but I couldn't bring myself to open it. It was too secret and I felt like I would be invading family history. After that encounter with the old and ancient wooden box, I begin to feel bad for coming here without permission so I sneak back into my room.

Boxes and boxes of jewellery were placed by the front of the mirror in my room and I take a seat at the chair. My hair was a mess, brown tangles hanging down my head. I comb it through, getting all the clingy tangles and knots out of the way and I pick an earring from the thousands of choices.

I ended up deciding on a beautiful gemstone stuffed earring that didn't simple, yet alluring. I fastened it on my earlobe and I glanced at my reflection, satisfied with the result.

I couldn't help but think about Ryder and those  broken eyes he gave me when I rode away.

If only he knew.