Sierra pov.
"Have been here for two days now, and I haven't got to see him yet," I thought to myself. As I sat in the library, surrounded by books, the only sound was the rustling of pages as I read. The driver had shown me around, but I still felt alone in the mansion.
Feeling bored, I stood up and wandered around the huge hall, taking in the sights and smells of the luxurious estate. Suddenly, my eyes were drawn to a door that I had been warned never to enter without permission. Curiosity getting the better of me, I approached the door, wondering what lay behind it.
Glancing around to ensure no one was watching, I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door, stepping inside and closing it quietly behind me. My eyes widened as I found myself in a huge, beautiful room filled with shining objects and exquisite decor. It was like nothing I had ever seen before, and I felt a sense of wonder and amazement.
As I walked around the room, I saw a picture of a handsome man with a dazzling smile. I reached out to touch it when suddenly, a heavy, cold voice startled me. Turning around, I saw him standing there, his presence filling the room like a thunderstorm.
"I gave a warning never for you to come in here. Why did you disobey me?" he voiced out.
I watched as he walked over to me, and I moved my body closer to the wall, scared even to look up at his face. The room smelled of musk, and the only sound was our breathing.
He moved closer to me, and I could feel his breath on my face. I was terrified, and I tried to run away, but I noticed there was no way out. I closed my eyes, thinking this was it, the moment for the beast to eat me. Maybe I was chosen to be his food, not his mate.
I opened my eyes and looked up into his eyes, watching as he gazed at me. "Will you eat me?" I asked, praying I didn't taste so good.
He lifted his hands, and I closed my eyes, hoping this was when my body would be torn apart. Suddenly, I felt his hands on my face, and I opened my eyes, seeing him looking at me.
"No," he said softly. "You are my mate, not my food. Now leave. I don't want to see you here ever again."
I didn't waste time for him to repeat it, quickly running away and going to my room that was already given to me. The room smelled of lavender, and the sound of my heart beating filled the air.
I placed my hands on my heart, noticing how it was beating so fast. "God, that was close," I thought to myself.
I lay on the bed, thinking about how my mother might be feeling right now, wondering if she was okay or not. It was as if my heart was a drum, beating to the rhythm of my fear.
I turned around, feeling restless. I couldn't sleep. I stood up, thinking about what I had just done. I shouldn't have gone into that room. What was I thinking?
As I walked out the door, my senses were heightened. I took in the sight of the dimly lit hallway and the musty smell of old wood. The sound of my footsteps echoed off the walls. I could feel the coolness of the floor beneath my feet. It was as if the house was alive and aware of my presence.
I walked around the house, not even caring to go back into the room. Soon, I came to a large staircase and saw him sitting there, not saying anything. He was like a statue, motionless and quiet.
I walked over to him slowly, and he didn't even look at my face. "Beast," I called out, and he lifted his head up to look at me. He didn't say anything but moved a bit, indicating that I should sit close to him.
I slowly sat down next to him and looked up at him. I felt bad for doing something so wrong, and I knew I owed him an apology. He didn't say anything, and I felt a sense of guilt and regret wash over me.
"I'm sorry," I said, looking at him. He lifted his head up and looked back at me.
"I know I shouldn't have entered that room, and I'm truly sorry. Will you forgive me?"
He turned to look at me and stared at my hands, which were now moving all around. I felt his hand on mine and looked up at him. His eyes were soft, and so was his touch.
I looked at him for a while, wondering if this was the way he always was. I moved closer to him and looked up into his eyes. It was as if he was looking deep into my soul.
"So is that a yes?" I asked eagerly, hoping for a positive response. He nodded in agreement, and I couldn't contain my excitement. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and let out a joyful laugh. His fur was soft to the touch, and I could feel his warmth against my skin.
As I pulled away, I realized what I had done and quickly apologized. I wanted to make a good impression on him, especially since I knew he was a bit hesitant at first.
"So do you speak?" I asked him, curious to learn more about him. I observed his eyes, which were a deep shade of brown, and his strong jawline.
"I do, mate," he chuckled. His voice was deep and raspy, and I could hear the hint of a growl in it. It was like music to my ears.
I turned my gaze to a photo he was staring at and saw a woman holding two little boys. I wondered who she was.
"Who is she?" I asked, gesturing towards the picture.
"That's my mother," he replied, his voice filled with sadness. "She died in a fire along with my brother."
I felt a pang of sympathy for him. Losing someone you love is a wound that never fully heals.
I looked up at him, and he was still staring at the photo. Even in his beastly form, he was captivating.
"So you're the guy in the picture?" I asked him, pointing to another photo on the wall.
He looked at me for a moment before nodding and smiling.
"Yes, that's me."
"Then why didn't you want me in that room?" I questioned, noticing that there was nothing dangerous in the room.
He turned to me and then back to the photo.
"Because I don't want you to leave me like the others," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
"The others?" I asked, feeling a sense of curiosity.
"Yes, the others," he replied, turning to face me. "I've been blessed with 20 mates, and they all rejected me. I'm scared of being rejected again."