My Arrogant Mate
Chapter 15

Without putting up any resistance, I followed Bene along the narrow path next to the front yard to the double front door made of dark wood, and then entered the house behind him. I didn't cast a single glance behind me, because I didn't want to see either the Alpha or Igor again, both of whom could remain stolen from me.

When I looked around inside, still confused, I was at least pleasantly surprised by this sight.

The whole lower area seemed to be open. Right in front of me, across from the front door, was a beautiful, modern white kitchen with countertops for the most expensive kitchen appliances. Right next to it, a staircase led upstairs, the banister of which was kept in dark brown, as was the entire wooden floor down here.

On the right side of the stairs, there was a huge black leather couch surrounded by plants, making it a real eye-catcher.

The warm light from the ceiling lights gave me a cozy feeling and I almost felt like I was in one of the most beautiful holiday apartments, until my gaze fell on Bene, who was all dressed in black and who was standing in front of me and eyeing me curiously. That's when I realized again where I was and why... and also that I wasn't here voluntarily.

"There are four more rooms upstairs," he began to explain, pointing to the stairs. "A bedroom that only belongs to you. A large bathroom and the other two belong to Silvan and his... Well, his friends."

There was a brief silence in which I looked at him without expression and began to process what he had just said. So this alpha, or rather kidnapper, was called Silvan... Fitting somehow, because this name meant the one coming from the forest_. He probably liked having acquaintances with him, but I didn't give a damn. For me only one thing was important, or rather one person.

"I want to call my brother right now," I then said coldly in a commanding tone, holding out my hand hoping he would give me his cell phone.

"I'm sure you can call him soon once you're settled in and everything goes according to plan."

What plan?

He gave me a nice smile that seemed full of compassion despite the warmth and then walked past me to quickly leave the house. When I then heard the door slam and then a loud click, I widened my eyes in shock and immediately ran over to her to try to open it. "You bastard!" I yelled angrily, knocking on the locked door several times. Only then did I run to all the windows that were down here and with a racing heart I tried to open them too, but no success. This house seemed to be my new prison, which reluctantly brought tears to my eyes again.

With no hope of anything good, I rubbed my wet eyes with the sleeve of my teddy bear suit and then looked at one of the dark bar stools that lined the kitchen island.

Confident that I could break a window with it, I grabbed one and swung my hand to throw it full force at one of the windows, but nothing happened. There wasn't even a small scratch on the glass and that's when I realized that it didn't just feel like a prison, it really

was.

Now I couldn't hold back my tears at all and at the same time I started shaking all over my body. It was just too much for me and my nerves. Desperately I slid down the wall next to the kitchen and sat there like a broken woman. I didn't feel anything anymore. Just sorrow and pain. A feeling like I had no strength left to go on.

I missed Devin so much that my heart just pounded painfully and didn't really seem to exist anymore. How could anyone be as unlucky as me? I had probably tempted fate one too many times with my stupid ideas and this was my punishment. My personal hell... For every action, there is a reaction...

Crying, I then pulled my knees close to my shaking body and hugged them, resting my head on them. I would certainly never be happy again, would probably never see Devin again and was just scared of the future.

I didn't even want to know what else was in store for me. Didn't want to get to know Silvan any better and certainly didn't want to be his mate... soulmates...

This thought immediately brought to my mind Mr. Handsome, with whom I had not even finished my essay out of sheer disapproval of the subject. Now I had to experience firsthand what it felt like to find my soul mate and was disappointed to realize that I was right from the start.

There was no love, no intimacy, no nice feelings and butterflies in the stomach.

Only coercion, dominance and loneliness...

I would never be able to love him...

Again the tears ran and from sheer exhaustion I just let myself fall to the side, up onto the cold, dark wooden floor to close my heavy eyelids and surrender to the absolute darkness.

It was just a bad dream and I was about to wake up safe and sound in my brother's arms.

I kept telling myself that in a hopeful manner and at some point I fell asleep with this wishful thinking in my head and forgot, at least for a short time, the whole chaos around me.