The Room He Put Me In
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The doors closed behind me with a soft, final click.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
But it echoed anyway.
Because something about that sound felt permanent.
I stood there for a second, not moving, not breathing properly, just… listening.
To the silence.
It was different from the forest.
Heavier.
Controlled.
Like even the air here knew how to behave.
“Inside,” one of the guards said quietly.
I didn’t answer.
Didn’t argue either.
I just walked.
Because what else was I supposed to do?
Run?
There was nowhere to go.
The space opened up as I moved further in, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from scanning everything despite myself.
It wasn’t what I expected.
No unnecessary decorations.
No softness.
Everything was clean. Sharp. Intentional.
Dark wood.
Muted tones.
Wide, open spaces that felt less like comfort and more like control.
This wasn’t just a house.
It was… him.
Cold. Precise. Unapologetic.
I swallowed, wrapping my arms around myself as a faint chill crept up my spine.
“Upstairs,” the other guard added.
I hesitated this time.
“Where are you taking me?”
A pause. “Your room.”
My room?
The words felt wrong.
Like they didn’t belong to me.
“I didn’t agree to stay here,” I said quietly.
Neither of them responded.
Of course, they didn’t.
Because my agreement didn’t matter here.
I clenched my jaw slightly and followed anyway, my steps slower now, more deliberate.
Each step felt like I was going deeper into something I didn’t understand.
The hallway upstairs was quieter. Softer.
But not safe.
Never safe.
A door opened.
“Here.”
I stepped inside cautiously, my body tense, my senses alert.
And then I stopped.
Because the room didn’t match the rest of the house.
Not completely.
It was still minimal, still structured but softer.
There were lighter tones here.
A large window.
Curtains that moved slightly with the breeze.
A bed that didn’t look cold.
For a second…
I didn’t understand.
Why would he
“Is this some kind of joke?” I asked quietly, turning back toward them.
“No.”
The voice didn’t come from the guards.
It came from behind me.
My heart jumped.
I turned too quickly.
And there he was.
Kael.
Leaning casually against the door frame, like he had been there long enough to hear everything.
Like he had been watching.
Of course, he had.
My pulse picked up instantly.
“You planned this,” I said, narrowing my eyes slightly.
His gaze moved over the room once before settling back on me.
“I don’t do anything without planning it.”
Something about that made my stomach tighten.
Of course, he didn’t.
That much was already clear.
“Why am I here?” I asked.
Straightforward.
No running from it now.
He pushed himself off the frame slowly, stepping inside, the door closing quietly behind him.
Too quietly.
Too easily.
“You already know why.”
My chest tightened.
“No,” I said quickly. “I know what you think this is.”
His brow lifted slightly.
“Oh?”
“I just lost my mate,” I continued, forcing the words out despite the way they burned. “That doesn’t mean I suddenly belong to you.”
Silence.
Then
“You never belonged to him.”
The words hit differently than I expected.
Not dismissive.
Not cruel.
Just… certain.
“That’s not your decision to make,” I snapped.
His gaze didn’t waver.
“No,” he agreed calmly. “It’s not.”
That threw me off.
For a second, I didn’t know what to say.
Because I expected him to argue.
To dominate.
To force the point.
But instead…
He just stood there.
Watching me.
Waiting.
Like he knew I would break the silence first.
And I hated that he was right.
“You brought me here against my will,” I said, my voice quieter now but steadier. “That tells me everything I need to know.”
A small pause.
Then he took another step closer.
Not invading.
But enough.
“Does it?”
My breath hitched slightly.
Because now the space between us feels smaller.
More noticeable.
More… dangerous.
“Yes,” I said, even though it didn’t come out as strong as before.
Another step.
Now he was close enough that I could see the details I hadn’t let myself notice before.
The faint tension in his jaw.
The control of his breathing.
The way his eyes didn’t just look, they held.
“You’re still thinking like prey,” he said quietly.
My stomach dropped.
“I’m not”
“You are,” he cut in, not harshly, just… directly. “You think this is about force.”
“Isn’t it?” I challenged myself.
His gaze held mine for a long second.
Then
“No.”
The word was quiet.
But heavy.
“Then what is it?”
Another pause.
Longer this time.
Deliberate.
“Connection.”
My heart skipped.
And I hated that it did.
Because that word didn’t belong here.
Not after everything.
“Don’t,” I said immediately, shaking my head. “Don’t try to make it sound like something it’s not.”
His expression didn’t change.
“I don’t need to make it sound like anything.”
My chest tightened again.
“Then you’re wrong,” I said, my voice dropping. “Because I don’t feel anything for you.”
The moment the words left my mouth
The air changed.
Subtly.
But unmistakably.
He went still.
Not calm.
Not relaxed.
Still in a way that felt like something had just shifted beneath the surface.
Slowly
He stepped closer.
Closer than before.
Close enough that I had to tilt my head slightly to keep looking at him.
Close enough that my body reacted before my mind could stop it.
My breath caught.
My pulse quickened.
And suddenly…
I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
That pull.
That bond.
That terrifying, undeniable connection.
“You’re lying,” he said softly.
I swallowed.
“I’m not.”
His gaze dropped just for a second to my lips.
Then back to my eyes.
Slower this time.
More deliberate.
“Yes,” he murmured, “you are.”
My chest rose sharply.
Because the way he said it
It didn’t feel like an accusation.
It felt like a truth he could feel.
And that scared me.
“I don’t want this,” I said again, quieter now.
His expression softened just slightly.
Barely noticeable.
But there.
“You don’t have to want it,” he replied.
My heart pounded harder.
“Why are you doing this?”
That question lingered between us.
And for the first time
He didn’t answer immediately.
His jaw tightened slightly.
His gaze shifted not away, but deeper.
Like he was deciding something.
Then
“Because I don’t let go of what’s mine.”
My breath stopped.
Because there it was.
Not control.
Not force.
Something else.
Something heavier.
Something that made my chest tighten in a completely different way.
Before I could respond
He stepped back.
Just like that.
The space returned.
The air shifted again.
“Get some rest,” he said, his tone back to calm, controlled. “You’ll need it.”
My mind was still trying to catch up.
“For what?”
His hand paused on the door.
Then
He looked back at me.
And this time…
There was no softness in his eyes.
Only certainty.
“For tomorrow.”
The door opened.
Then closed.
And just like that
I was alone.
But the silence didn’t feel empty anymore.
It felt… full.
Of everything he didn’t say.
Of everything I didn’t understand.
Of everything I was starting to feel
Whether I wanted to or not.
I sank slowly onto the edge of the bed, my hands gripping the sheets as my thoughts spiraled.
This wasn’t just about being taken.
This wasn’t just about a bond.
This was something deeper.
Something I wasn’t ready for.
And as I stared at the door, he had just walked through.
One thought refused to leave me alone.
What was waiting for me tomorrow?
And why did it feel like everything was about to change again?
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