Chapter 12: Chapter 12

I wake up in a large room and the bed I am in is definitely the most comfortable bed I have ever slept in. I sit up straighter and gaze at the room I am currently in. Wow, this room is gorgeous! It's mainly white but has some black parts and did I mention it's large. There's a glass door to the left of the bed which I'm guessing is the bathroom and there are two large sliding glass doors opposite the bed, I think that's the balcony and there's a wooden door on the right of the bed, that must lead out of the room.

I get out of the bed and go to the bathroom, I was right the glass door on the right leads to the bathroom but I didn't guess that it might lead into a closet too. When I go through the door first I notice the closet, it is huge then there is another glass door at the far end leading into the bathroom. Well, this has been a turnout.

I have fallen in love with this room especially the bed, bathroom, closet okay I just love the room, in general, more than I have ever loved any room. The bathroom is wonderful. It is mostly black with a bit of white, eight shower heads which I also love the way the bath is large. Everything in this bathroom is awesome.

But how did I find myself here? The last thing I remember is being bored out of my mind in my room. I let the gears in my head get to work and then a small gasp escapes my throat when I remember being forced on a whole other trip with Isaac. I must have fallen asleep during the ride. Well, since I am already in the bathroom, might as well as put it to use.

I undress and step into the shower, letting the hot water ease my muscles. I do not take long because I am practically starving. I step out of the shower and wrap a white towel around my body and one in my head. I go into the closet then realize there are only male clothes in here. I search for my bag in the room to no avail. Where the hell did that Neanderthal put my bag? Seems like he remembered to drop me off in the room but not my bag.

After thinking long enough, which was only like ten seconds, I go back into the closet and grab a black shirt and navy blue boxer shorts. I find myself smiling in the mirror after smelling Isaac’s scent all over the clothes, this must be his room if the closet is packed with his clothes. After dressing up, I go out of the room in search of the kitchen. I get lost at a few corners until I find the stairs.

I wonder if Isaac is in the kitchen. I forgot this is his house. This house is nice I wonder where we are though. I should not have fallen asleep during the drive at least then I would have known where my clothes are or where we are. Do not get me wrong about my clothes I actually like Isaac's clothes, they are covered in his scent which makes the clothes even more comfortable but at this point, I feel like I prefer my own clothes.

I step down the stairs and immediately my eyes zoom in on the magnificence of the living room which is white and decorated with black and white seats and the black coffee table seated in the center, this house looks more like a holiday home. Everything is just in the right place and the right feeling but everything is eerily quiet.

As I look around I finally spot the kitchen and make my way to heaven. As I enter the kitchen, I spot food laid out on the table, is this for me or someone else? Did Isaac prepare it?

"It's for you and yes I prepared the food." Came a voice from behind me.

I turn around and face Isaac. He looks good. His morning look is too overwhelming, who the hell looks that good in the morning, definitely not me. His tousled hair looks perfect as his clothes compliment his masculinity.

"Glad, you like the view." Says Isaac with a smirk.

I do not think that I will be able to get used to the fact that he can read minds.

"Hey, stop reading my fucking thoughts." I snap with evident humor.

"You don't look bad yourself." He says, noticing that I'm in his clothes. My face heats up as I stare down at his clothes that were clouding up my whole body. I did not want this but it is his fault since he did not leave the duffel bag somewhere where I could see it

"Oh, about that I'm s-" I say before being cut off.

"No. It's fine I actually like you in my clothes. You can wear them as much as you please." He says genuinely but nervously. I have never been able to get the obsession men to have over a girl being in their clothes but if that meant me being comfortable, sure I will take it.

"Really. Sorry, then I think all your clothes are now mine." I said jokingly with a small smile.

"Come on. Let's have some food. I was told you're quite the hungry bird." He says with an amused smile.

Dylan! Only he could embarrass me in front of my mate.

I make my way to the table and sit down. Helping myself to some pancakes and maple syrup followed by bacon and eggs then I take a gulp of my tall glass of juice. Afterward, I turn to the bowl of fruit and grab two bananas. As I take a bite of my banana I notice Isaac's eyes on me.

"What?" I say, coming out muffled due to the fruit in my mouth.

"Nothing. It's just a bit unusual to meet a girl eat her food.......like um that." He says pointing to my now empty plate.

I stare at the plate with a questioning look, I do not see anything wrong with the plate. The only wrong thing about it is that it needs a refill. My whole family knows that I am not the most sophisticated when it comes to food. I look at Isaac who looks more amused than anything.

"I respect my food, rather than those bitches who grab a full plate of food but only take in a spoonful," I say supporting my appetite.

"Mm." He nods and continues chewing on his pancakes. His silence is really starting to annoy me, is the purpose of this trip not to get rid of my boredom?

"Hey, is there anything I can do here apart from watching Netflix?" I ask him with a smile.

"Actually, there's like a beach nearby. We can go afterward." He says returning the smile.

He looks lost in thought. I wish I could read his thoughts as he can mine, he seems like he has a lot on his mind. How the heck can he even read minds? I have never heard of a werewolf who can read minds, it is very unheard of actually.

I slowly place the dishes in the dishwasher while Isaac looks at my every step and action. I feel like I am a case study under constant scrutiny. If I looked at him the way he is looking at me, I would be termed as a pervert and he would throw me one of his infamous smirks.

"You know, it's creepy to look at someone for that long," I say breaking the silence.

"Sorry, I just can't keep my eyes off of you," he says blatantly while running his fingers through his hair. Wow, he looks hot.

"Um....do you want to watch a movie?" I say trying to avoid such a talk. As much as I would like to get my answers, I am not mentally ready.

He looks at me with an emotion I cannot make out. “Um....sure but I think we should do something better." He says with a smug smirk plastered on his face.

"And what would be that?" I asked dreading the answer.

"We should go and take a look at the way my -" he starts with mischief lacing his voice before I cut him off.

"No way. We are not doing that." I cross my hands over my chest with a determined look crossing my face.

"Do what?" He asks with a smirk. Oh, he read my fucking thoughts so he knows.

"Whatever you're thinking," I reply.

"I was just going to invite you to my garden but if you don't want. It's fine." He shrugs while smirking.

What!? Did he just say garden?

"No. I would like to see the garden." I say a bit embarrassed.

"God. You are fucking crazy." He says and grabs me leading us to the out.

I stare at his hand around my wrist and I feel the caged butterflies in my stomach escape and cause a wild flutter of emotions throughout my body. I know that he has that stupid smirk on his face by the way his grip tightens around my wrist. I do not even focus on the various corners make and where we are going because my gaze is solely concentrated on his hold.

We reach a place covered with various flowers. I do not really care for flowers so I am hoping there are fruits in this garden. Sorry to all the flower lovers, I do like them but I just like plants that bear fruits more. We walk for a while until we sit on a white bench but I still have not spotted any fruit. Isaac is wrong this is not a garden it's a fucking park. We sit on the bench in silence for what seems like millennia until I can't hold it anymore.

"So who put together this garden because you certainly don't look like the gardening type?" I say.

"It was my mother." He says silently. His answer is dull too dull. I look at him and see the faintest show of sadness in his eyes.

"Oh, it's beautiful. You should tell her that she's really good at gardening." I say with a smile.

His mother really has a thing for gardening if she set up this whole “garden”.

"She's dead." He says while looking straight away from my gaze.

His mother is dead, wow I wonder how I would be without my mother. I would be empty. At least he has his father.

"He is dead too." He says, obviously reading my thoughts. "My parents died when I was young. I only have my younger brother." He says still looking ahead and away from me but the sadness lacing his voice almost chokes me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't k-" I say before being cut off.

"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault it's because of those rogues who attacked our pack." He whispers. "And I couldn't help them." The guilt in his voice makes me feel awful.

"Hey. Look at me," I say but he does not so I grab his face and make him face me.

I realize that he has tears in his eyes fighting to sprawl out. I quickly wrap my arms around him in a hug. No Matter what is going on between us, he is still my mate and I do not like seeing him like this. He hugs me back a bit too tightly but he loosens the grip. I am guessing he read my thoughts again.

"You didn't do anything wrong. If anything those rogues is the ones who did it." I whisper through the hug.

We sit there in each other’s embrace for what seems like ages, his hold around me is tight but not too tight, almost like he is afraid to let go. I sigh and run my hand over his back like the way my mother always does to me when I am crying. I pull out of the hug and stand up after a mental war with myself. Isaac looks at me with a confused look and then I give out my hand to him and he places his on mine and stands up.

"Come on. Let's go watch that movie." I say with a faint smile.

We quietly make it into the house. We switch on the TV and make some popcorn and we sit down, still in each other’s embrace watching an old episode of game of thrones. I snuggle closer into his embrace, his body heat one of the main reasons and the other which I do not want to mention.

Sleep slowly creeps in as Isaac wraps his arms around my petite waist.