CHAPTER 27: 27

NYLAH

I felt like I’d been used all over again. Like I’d been exploited and discarded, just like the first time.

Standing up from the bed, I picked up my clothes from the floor and pressed them to my chest before walking to the restroom.

It all went back to how it was, just like a couple of weeks back, I thought he wanted to make it up to me for the weeks he didn’t acknowledge me but alas, it was not so.

He just wanted to remind me that I was a good or commodity he could sample whenever he liked.

I shut the door behind me and walked out of his lounge and out of the building.

Xavier left me broken than I was when I went to meet him. The realization of what his actions meant broke me and made me feel unwanted.

’Maybe this is the push I needed. Maybe he wanted to put me in my place, make me know the difference between his mate and me.’ I thought to myself with a shrug as I unlocked my door and walked into my room.

I was exhausted from the pressure he put me through, and I wanted to do was freshen up and lay down on my bed in silence.

So I climbed into the shower and turned the handle of the faucet. I let the water cascade down my body for minutes without washing myself, I wanted the water to wash away the memories of that night.

Memories of Xavier’s sexy body over mine as he discovered my body with his hand and dealt me with sweet torture.

Slowly, I trailed my hand to the spot between my legs, the spot Xavier discovered and exploited with his hand.

I felt sinful, full of shit. Inhaling deeply, I rubbed my hand over the spot, with the water still running all over me. I rubbed the slimy discharge that covered my vag**a with swiftness and hoped within me that it would wash away my horrible ordeal.

The sound of the room door opening got me on my toes, though no one else could access my room except for Sofia who had a spare key to my room but she usually called for me whenever she came in and didn’t see me in the room. But there was no sound of Sofia’s voice.

I knew something was off about it, so I reached for my towel and sprinted out of the restroom. I froze when I saw Alpha Xavier standing in my room, looking around the place that suddenly seemed shabby under his glorious aura.

He shifted his gaze to me the moment I walked out of the restroom, his eyes squinted as if taking in every detail.

"Did you touch yourself?" He asked with a raspy tone.

I arched a brow, confused at his question. He was the same person who sent me out of his room a few minutes ago, and now he was in mine.

I wanted to ask him how he entered my room in the first place, but then I remembered that he was the Alpha of the pack. There wasn’t a place he wouldn’t have access to. Especially access to his possessions.

"Why are you here?" I asked instead, still processing his question.

"Did you touch yourself?" He was closing the distance between us now, and I felt a lump grow in my throat.

"No, I didn’t--" I wanted to tell him that I would like him to leave my room, but he cut me short before the words could drop out of my mouth.

"Good. I don’t want you to touch yourself." And with those words, he turned around again and walked out of the room. Leaving me even more confused than I was before.

Why did he come into my room to tell me not to touch myself? As if leaving me hanging wasn’t frustrating enough.

I slumped onto the bed, confusion churning within me.

The door opened again, and I shifted my gaze to the door, thinking Xavier decided to come back to my room to make sure I hadn’t touched myself, but it was Sofia who walked in.

"Uhh, what is going on? Why is there a guard who refused to go and has been standing by your door for a while now?" She asked, and I wasn’t even surprised that he left a guard there.

"Okay, something is really going on. What happened?" She asked when I didn’t act surprised. I shrugged as I thought of where to start.

Maybe I should start from when I got to his room, how he didn’t seem excited to see me or when he ordered me to strip and dance for him or when he ordered me to lay on the bed with my legs open.

Or when he stopped abruptly without warning and sent me out of his room like a puppet he could control whenever he wanted.

I didn’t know where to start from or how, so I decided to just tell her something that would make both our lives easy and less complicated.

"Nothing much, just the right amount of viciousness that I needed to confirm that he was the same Xavier, nothing had changed about him," I replied, my gaze was anywhere except Sofia’s face, I was too ashamed to lock gaze with her.

"He sent me out of his room to show me where I was and what power he had over me," I concluded.

Sofia didn’t speak for minutes, and it was as though she was processing my words.

"Did you do anything to provoke him?" She asked after some minutes of silence that felt like an eternity.

I laughed at her question.

"I wish I provoked him, I wish I did something to cause his actions because then I would understand why he’s doing all this to me, I’d understand why he sent me out of his room like I was some criminal or I reminded him of an unpleasant event.

Maybe I did...