“I will never do it. I would rather die, the sizzlers will always keep asking for something. Last time they asked for half of our territory and its people and now this,” he explained while lurking his hands through his hair. I could tell he was highly agitated.
“That’s absurd. There is no way we are heading to their threat. Why didn’t you tell me? I wouldn’t have organized such a large gathering. Look at what happened now. They just used it as an avenue to create chaos among the pack,” I muttered as I went on my knee to hold his hands and prevent them from scratching off his hair.
“I know, I am sorry, I will have Caleb manage it, don’t worry things will be fine,”
I nodded my head and pulled him into a hug. I don’t know if this was the right time to tell him of Ben’s affiliation with the sizzlers.
No, he already had enough blow for one night. I think I will tell him during our trip.
Edwina’s POV…
I took a sip from the glass of water in my hands as I made my way through the stairs and in the direction of the room. Just at the top of the stairs, a particular painting caught my attention, and I paused in my steps to observe it.
It was one of those paintings that depicted what looked to be a village, and I smiled the moment I caught sight of the little children that were hurdled in the corner, playing.
It occurred to me that this was a staircase I passed through almost every time. It was the only way that I could go up or down this house, so it was pretty obvious that I used the stairs a lot. Yet, this was the first time that I was actually noticing the painting.
It wasn’t like it had not been there for a long time. It was just the fact that I never paid any attention to it. I went up and down these stairs every day, and it was like I had never even seen the painting. And it made me wonder about what other things I hadn’t seen in this large house.
There were plenty of rooms that I had never been in, and it made me realize that I needed a tour, and since Alexander wasn’t home yet, it meant I had to do this tour by myself. He was still dealing with the whole sizzlers issue, one more issue we needed to take care of.
I moved towards the doors I had never stepped into and began to open them one after the other.
Some doors opened up into a bedroom. I found a mini library, looked away in one and began browsing through the shelves, hoping to see something that would catch my eyes. I was also hoping I’d see something I could take along with me on my tour.
After a few minutes of looking around, a particular romance novel caught my attention from the pile that was stacked in the corner. I picked that one up and moved out of the room again, shutting the door firmly behind me.
I continued on until I reached the room at the farthest end of the hallway, and then I frowned.
All the other doors had the same design except this one. There was a certain difference to the door that made it stand out, but when I twisted the knob, it refused to budge. It was locked.
That caused my frown to deepen even more. None of the other doors had been locked except maybe Alexander’s office, but that was understandable.
My curiosity was piqued, and I really wanted to find out what was behind this particular door that not only made it different but also made it stand out.
It was apparent that I wasn’t going to get the answers that I wanted by standing in front of the door, so I moved away from it, back in the direction of the room at the other end.
The moment I got into the room and placed the glass of water on top of the nightstand, I settled in the middle of the bed to begin reading the book I had gotten from the library.
I was so lost in the novel that I had failed to hear the front door opening, and it was until when Alexander wheeled himself into the room that I realized he was home.
“Hello, welcome home,” I called out cheerily, smiling softly at my husband.
He returned my small smile, wheeling himself in the direction of the dressers at the end of the room to begin undressing.
“Hi, how was your day?” He asked, and I nodded my head in response even when I knew he couldn’t see me. I didn’t want to start off our conversation by asking about the Sizzlers saga. I would rather have another conversation.
“It was good. I explored the house a little bit,” I responded, and he turned his head in my direction.
“Really? What did you find?” He indulged.
“Not much. I did find a library which I think will become my favorite part of this house soon, and also, there was a different-looking door at the other side of the hallway that was surprisingly locked.” I threw in casually, hoping to catch his genuine reaction.
Alexander wheeled around, so he was facing me, and he only watched me in silence. I waited for him to explain what could be behind the door, but there was nothing from him, and that frustrated me a little.
“What’s behind the door, Alexander?” I asked finally, tired of waiting for the man to speak.
“You do not want to know that, Edwina.” He responded with a slight smirk on his face, which doubled the curiosity that had settled in my stomach since the moment that I had discovered the door.
“Of course, I want to know. I’m your wife, Alexander, and there should’nt be any secrets between us.” I said, and my husband only continued to watch me.
His attitude made me feel like I was right to think that the door held something really secretive or maybe bad.
Alexander seemed to have finished his scrutinization because, in the next moment, he clicked his tongue and nodded his head.
“Dress up, and I’ll show you the room then.” He responded, and that was all I needed to hear because, in the next second, I was moving off the bed.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing though?” I asked, looking down at the casual clothes I currently had on.
“Put on some of your nice lingerie and cover up with one of those your satin robes then come meet me in the room,” Alexander instructed, and his voice sent a shiver down my spine, but it also confused me.
He moved to the bedside drawer and dug around for a key, and then He was wheeling himself out of the room before I could ask him another question. Why did I have to wear a lingerie to see the room?
I did as I was told, though, since I couldn’t exactly ask him any questions.
The moment I knotted the robe on my frame, I slipped my foot into my slippers and moved quickly in the direction of the intriguing door.
My breath seized in my throat, and it felt like all the air rushed out of my lungs the moment I pulled open the door and discovered what was in it.
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