Page 35 of Mated to the Wolves

“I know.”

“Never again.” Releasing him, I step back and force myself to turn away.

I focus on the large rooms on the either side of the hallway. Each one shares the same nightstand, desk, dresser, and king-sized four-poster bed. I nickname them by their theme color.

The blue room, green room. A bathroom with a shower all done in black and white tile with black cabinets, and black slate shower tiles with gold accents.

“It was a complicated situation.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“I hold a Bachelor’s Degree in Art with a minor in English lit. Maybe you can finally explain it to me.” I move around him and explore the right.

The rooms are identical except for their red and yellow themes. Another bathroom with the same motif.

Curiosity sated, I walk the final flight and gasp. This is an entire floor made just for me.

From the wooden floors layered in boho rugs with interesting patterns, to the large window with pale gray panel curtains with a white overlay with delicate silver stars on top, it’s paradise.

“Wow.”

Warm egg-shell white walls covered with interesting pieces of landscape art, and macrame create a cozy environment.

Plants line the walls on bunny plant stands. A large, round, antique silver mirror hangs on the wall beside a glass and silver vanity table.

“How?” I shake my head awed. A large wicker chair straight from the eighties sits next to the window.

There’s a hanging swinging chair secured around a thick beam. The main attraction is the four-poster California King bed. White fairy lights are tangled in the gauzy white curtains.

The billowy pale green comforter resting on top of the sheets peeking out from beneath it with a soft rose pattern is inviting.

“Like it?” Fell asks joining me.

“Who wouldn’t?” I ask with a laugh.

“Keep looking.”

Fell’s excitement is contagious. I hurry to the bathroom and find a white sunken garden tub with steps. A beautiful floral meadow is painted on the wall beside the tub.

“You’re responsible for this?” I’m touched.

Fell shoves his hands into his pockets. “When they asked me about your tastes, I had no clue it was for this, but I’m glad it can bring you some comfort now.”

“Guys. You need to come to the basement.” Cadoc stops me from further exploration. There’s something about the floor that’s nagging me.

“We found a meditation room,” Kirk adds.

The Alpha’s commands and deadlines return to the forefront of my mind. I leave the sanctuary behind and return to the main floor.

I approach the basement door, pause, then descend to the cellar where the others are waiting. The air is cooler here, and the massive floor is divided into several working parts.

Made to facilitate shifters, there’s a spa area with a shower and a hot tub for those sore muscles and aching bones post-shift. A natural stone theme is followed.

Through the next door, I find a salt room. I admire the tan-themed stone, contrasts beautifully. Instantly I’m at peace when I stick my head inside.

Salt protects us from spirits, helps us breathe deeply, and supports our immune system. A jar filled with the nine sacred herbs.

Cones of what smells like vanilla, damiana, and sandalwood incense blended to induce visions sit in a glass bowl on the same shelf attached to the wall.

A circular incense burner and matchsticks sit beside it. I feel a strong pull toward the chair pushed up against the wall.

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