Serafine POV
The car is quiet again, and I can't help but wonder how far away we are from where ever we're going. It's been hours and we're still moving.
"I need to ask." His tone is calm and I look at him. "How have you handled the times when your wolf was in heat?"
Oh, I stare at him. My mouth opens then closes. I was warned not to speak of this. If I tell him, then I'm in trouble, and how do I know this isn't a test? Him seeing if I can be loyal and follow orders?
"Your answer is required, any hesitation will not be accepted."
Nodding, I swallow. "I was given drugs since I turned eighteen to hold back that part of my wolf."
His head snaps to me and I flinch feeling like I'm in trouble. "Why..." He stops and I know he's not asking me that, he's still processing what I've told him. "Mating ceremonies, the yearly Calling festival, how did you handle those without that instinct?"
"I wasn't invited to those," I explain and he stares at me even more shocked.
"A wolf can only stay strong if their urges are not bound and are honored. These tablets do you have them with you?" he asks.
I've got no idea, I open my bag and look, finding them, I pull them free and he plucks them from my hands instantly. I stare at him in shock as he opens the window and slings them out instantly without a second thought.
"You will not take them, under any circumstances and if I find out you have, there will be punishments, do you understand?"
His voice is vicious now, and all I can do is nod. This isn't like it was my choice, I didn't decide to take them, they were forced on me. If I could stop taking them, I would have instantly. He says nothing else and I watch as we stop outside a gate.
The gates open without hesitation, it's as if they were expecting him, and it makes my stomach knot. This is wrong, rogues don't have permanent homes, they don't have security like this, that screams they are important. Xander Voss shouldn't have a place like this, it looks like a fortress, not the usual rogue hideouts that were discribed to me when I was growing up.
The fcar moves slowly and smoothly through the grounds, and I finally get my first look at where he lives. The road winds through a thick forest, the trees are tall and dense. They create a perfect barrier that keeps everything hidden from the world outside.
The further in we drive, the more uneasy I become. It's far too quiet. The trees finally break and reveal a massive stone estate. This is nothing like what I was expecting. It's dark in an almost imposing way but also strong. It's built like a castle, with it's high walls, towers and even arched windows. The light glows dimly from inside.
I can't see a rogue, I can't see anything that resembles rogues outside of Xander, but something tells me that this isn't the real him. The way he's dressed, it's a lie, a cover up and fake.
There's no disorder, chaos or desperation around at all, it's civilized and calm. This isn't a one man's home. This is a home of an alpha, with a large pack.


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