3. Home Sweet Home
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~ JAMIE ~
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"An apartment?" I asked, staring at the front door of the new place in the human territory that the kind Alpha Rowan Serge of the Silver Crest Pack had sent me to. Maybe I should have demanded an estate rather than saying big big things like I will be fine anywhere as long as Maria is with me. Sheesh... Well, in my defense, I did not think that he was such a penny-pincher.
"I am pretty sure you are having second thoughts right now." Maria chuckled as she came to stand next to me.
I narrowed my eyes as I turned my head slightly to her. "Is it necessary to rub salt on my wounds?"
"Chillax Jamie, you still have his credit card."
Oh yeah, this woman really knows how to comfort me.
"Maybe I should buy a new place with his card." I mused. "I have not even entered the place and I already know that I will hate it in here."
"You just hate the fact that there is nothing much to do in here." Maria said as she fished out the key card from the card and inserted it onto the lock, typing in a pin that I was not allowed to see.
Of course. At the end of the day, the fact remained that I was a highly safeguarded criminal who could not be let loose.
Do I have anyone else to blame?
Nope. It's all me.
"Home sweet home." I sighed as I walked in, and stopped in my tracks as soon as I took in the sight and smell of the place.
One, it was so bright that I think I would need to wear sunglasses at all times in here.
"Get me black curtains." I barked out. "By today evening."
"Of course." Maria was in secretary mode at once. She knew how much small things like this pissed me off. To the point that I would want to rip someone's head off, and that's not an idea you want looming over the head of an ex-serial killer wolf.
Two, the place wreaked of my mate.
He used to live here or what? Why would he stay here when he had a whole freaking estate of his own?
To get away from me. Why do I ask myself questions when I already know all the answers.
I looked around.
This is his type of place?
We really are polar opposites with nothing in common.
Moon goddess, what the hell were you thinking?
"The dining table is boring. I want a see through one. And I want plushier chairs. Preferrably in black." I said as I tapped on the wood with my manicured nails. And I want a fish tank with an eel or something fancy in it over there." I pointed to a wall with some ugly pictures hanging on it. "And please get rid of those pictures. They are depressing to look at."
I did a three-sixty. I wanted to change every single detail about this place. It was horrendous and lacked taste. I was not going to have it.
I had been living the life of a queen for the past four years and I had actually gotten used to it. And I was not in the mood to compromise any of that just because I was now a human and in some stupid human territory.
Why the hell did my mate choose a human territory to stay at?
I wonder what he was planning.
Something is definitely fishy.
See. Now I will have to sit and overthink this whole thing. I miss the days when I didn't have much to think about. All I needed to do was kill, kill and kill.
My body count is three hundred and fifty two.
Back then, I didn't even care about the lives I took. I was a killing machine and killing was what I was programmed to do. But now that I have all the spare time in the world, I sit and think about each and every one of the people that died by my hand.
And now, it has gotten to a point that they haunt me even in my sleep. Is this some sort of sign that I need help? That all my sins are finally catching up to me?
"Earth to Jamie!"
I turned to Maria and she had her iPad in her hand. "Choose the curtains you want." She held the gadget out to me.
"You choose." I stretched my arms out. "I am too sleepy to choose. Just make sure that they are as black as my soul."
"Jamie..."
"Keep in mind what I said, Maria. Keep in mind every single word of what I said and never let yourself forget any of it, even accidentally."
Maria looked at me with that expression of hers again. The one that I had gotten so used to. The one of sympathy and helplessness and some sort of affection, all mixed up into one.
"I am going to go take a nap." I shrugged and made my way to the room that wreaked the most of my mate.
Should I be impressed that I don't smell anyone else in this place? Does that mean the dude has been monogamous despite the f****d up bond he was bound to?
Meh. Who cares?
"I seriously don't understand my mate." I said out loud knowing very well that Maria was right behind me.
"You know why he is doing all of this. But I seriously don't see any reason to make you lose your powers. If only he had actually gotten to know you in the past four years, he would know to trust me."
I sighed. "Maria, how many times do I have to say this? Don't trust me."
"Yeah yeah, but that's up to me to choose, don't you think?" The sass queen said before she left me alone.
I sighed again. I should probably keep count of how many times I sigh in a day.
I walked over to the full size mirror next to a dresser. Wait... This place does not have a walk-in closet?
Is my stupid mate trying to torture me? Was that his plan all along?
I should do something about this.
But today is not the day for it.
I looked at the mirror and at my reflection, all the ghosts of my past staring back at me with their raging vengeful eyes.
Stare all you want. And I can regret all I want. But the fact remains that none of us can do anything about your deaths. You can't take your revenge because all of you are dead and powerless. And I can't go back in time and undo all that I did. So the only option left for us is to live with each other.
And I know it sucks.
If only things were different.
If only I was different.
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