Dimitri was a cold man, who only ever cared about one person in his entire life ,his mate. He adored her and would have done anything for her ,however he could not do the one thing she needed him to...take away her pain. She died 3 years ago of a si...
I placed her onto the kitchen counter and proceeded to gather ingredients for stir-fry. While pottering around the kitchen I looked at my mate out of the corner of my eye,realising I knew nothing of her.
"Whats your name baby doll"
I asked, she seemed court off guard by my sudden question but answered none the less,
"Annabella"
She replied looking around the kitchen, not to my surprise the kitchen is amazing I must admit I find it quite peaceful and light hearted with the vintage feel to it, in fact my whole pack house has the same decor and feel, The reason is that werewolf age slower than humans so I felt the vintage and little old fashioned design would help my pack members feel at ease and at home here.
"Is your name also Xavier?"
The delicate angels voice rang in my ears along with the sizzling of the rice hitting the pan thats heated from the stove, letting off an amazing smell that tickles the noice and makes your mouth water.
"No, my name is Dimitri"
I say looking back at her 'oh' was all she said and there it was, the awkward silence fell, like a black fog covering every surface preventing the air from entering our lungs, And I hate it.
"Foods done"
I eventually speak, plating up the food for the two of us, not many people live in the pack house they would prefer to live in their own houses, still fairly close but not rite on top of me and thats how I liked it, the feel of no restrictions on myself or my pack. I had asked them all to leave the house for tonight so it wouldn't make my mate scared to meet all the people so I'm going to introduce her to a little at a time until she feels confutable here.
We both sat at the table and began eating, I must admit I was a little disappointed that she could feed herself, I wanted to do it for her, well more for me to feel like I was caring for her and providing her with something but ah well all in good time, wouldn't want to scare her and reveal all my dark desires and plans I have for her when she reaches the rightful age,
my jeans begin tightening at the thought.
I was brought out of my own filthy head by a little giggle, I looked down and seen Annabella laughing at me, this brought a smirk to my face and made me want to question her,
"Whats so funny baby doll"
The amusement never leaving either of our faces
"You looked funny, you had a weird smile on your face and your eyes were going dark"
She laughed out not being able to contain herself much longer. Ah I see, while getting lost in my own dirty mind and imagination my surface appearance must have been looking quite funny to the innocence of a child, god I hope she keeps her innocence its always more fun that way. Again I let my mind wander to thought that shouldn't be entering my mind, only being brought out of it by her light yawning that she tried to cover with her hand.
"Tired Annabella?"
I asked to which she nodded. I clean up, picking up her small frame heading upstairs. I had asked a couple of my pack members to decorate the room rite across from mine, so she could resign to that room and still be close to me incase anything happens.
I opened the door and I must admit even I was impressed, the room was amazing they really outdone themselves here.
The room was primarily grey and white with the odd bit of pastel pinks and blues, the bed was more like a cot so she couldn't fall out, hanging above it was a sort of canopy that you could close but I feel its just their for the aesthetic.
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I placed her now sleeping frame into the bed kissing her forehead, I proceeded to leave the room Turning back before closing the door whispering while I turned the light out and closed the door
