CHAPTER IV

Getting inside, everything looks so spacious. And empty.

I can feel the loneliness in here.

"Welcome to our home, love." He shyly scratched his neck.

Kielton looked innocent and adorable with that action. This proves looks can be deceiving.

The guy literally mutilated a group on his wolf form yesterday.

He led me up to, what I assume, his room.

"This is my room, love. You will be sleeping here with me," Then he quickly added, "But, if you're uncomfortable, you can stay in the room next to mine."

I tried to tell him it was alright with me to stay in his room but he began to ramble.

"We can not handle far proximity from our mates. Our wolves tend to get queasy by not being near to their other halves. But for you, I can manage. I understand. My wolf, Loki, will understand but he might feel like you're rejecting the mate bond. You're not about to, right?"

I shushed him up with my finger pressed to his lips.

Without saying anything, I went inside and sat on his bed.

"You're ok with staying here?" He asked, to which I nodded in response.

He seemed happy with my answer and took out some clothes from his closet.

Then, he handed me his shirt, underwear and sweatpants.

"How about you go take a bath? I know you're not properly cleaned from the stream, no offense, love." He chuckled when he saw me pouting.

"You'll have to do with my clothes for now, yours is all bloodied. Don't worry, the underwear's new and unused. I'll take you out shopping soon, love."

Shopping, huh?

My master never allowed me to leave his mansion. At least he's dead now.

We got inside his bathroom, and all I did was stare at the bathtub with a blanked look.

I never got the luxury to be in one so I don't know how this works.

Before Kielton could leave, I called out for him.

"Help Xanthe bathe, Killy..." I mumbled.

He was shocked, but soon recovered himself.

"Sure, love."

Kielton flipped a switch and the tub started to fill with water. Then, he poured on something liquid to it, making bubbles.

I took off my dress and he guided me to sit down on the tub.

Afterwards, he grabbed a sponge like thingy, which he calls a loofah, and put some soap on it.

He handed it over to me, so that I can scrub my body myself.

Kielton began to massage my scalp with shampoo. Spreading it all over my hair.

Not once did his eyes and hands ever inappropriately wandered down. He was fixated on my face and head.

He really knows the word respect and consent, doesn't he?

After making sure I was fully clean, he drained the water from the bathtub and wrapped me with a thick fluffy towel.

He ruffled my hair with another towel to dry it out before helping me put his clothes on.

"All done, love." He looked at me adoringly.