Melrose POV:
"After you," Soren said, holding open a large white door with a golden handle. I hesitated before walking in, and my eyes went wide; it was everything you’d think a royal suite would look like. Everything looked neat and pristine, and the furniture was sleek and classy, probably costing millions of dollars. I took in the wall decor; there were photos of Soren and his family and many art pieces.
"Whose place is this?" I wondered aloud as I looked around.
"This is our home," he said casually as he shut the door behind him; panic surged through me, causing my nerves to fray beyond control. I shook my head, trying to hold it together, as I looked up at the man before me, who didn't seem to be flustered at all by our being mates. What the hell was wrong with him?
"It's meant
