The Tormented Soul

Darius POV
After I left Alea’s room I walked towards my room. I entered the packhouse and walked up the stairs to the third floor, I was the
only one that lived on this floor since my parents died. I opened my room and walked in.
My room had a gray color on the walls and the floor was a darker gray colored carpet. I had a glass sliding French door that led
to a balcony with a view over the forest. It went from the floor all the way to the ceiling and had black curtains on both sides. My
king-size bed was stationed by the left wall with a portrait of my mother and me over it. To the right side of my room I had a 75
inches flat screen. Between my bed and my flat-screen TV and a black couch. I also had two more doors in my room, one of
them led to my huge walk-in closet and the second one was to my master bathroom.
I sat down on my bed leaning forward putting my elbows on my legs, my face in my hands while I thought to myself.
‘What the hell was I thinking? Why did I do that? I probably scared her even more now. How could I ever gain her trust now?
How could I ever stop myself, just one look Into her eyes and I was a goner.'
I lifted my head and stood up and turned around walking towards the balcony. I opened the door and stepped out and took in the
fresh air. I stood there for a few minutes before I decided to take a hot shower.
I walked back into my room and walked towards my walk-in closet to get fresh clothes. I took a pair of boxers and black
sweatpants and walked towards the bathroom for a well needed hot shower.
In my bathroom I had the toilet on the right side and beside it I had a white basin. My shower is located to the left and is big
enough to fit two people, I preferred a shower over a bath.
I stripped off my clothes revealing my six-pack and walked towards the shower to turn the water on. I stepped under the water
and let the water flow over my tense muscles and relaxed a bit. I stood in the shower for maybe 30 minutes. When I was done I
stepped out and took a towel to dry myself and then I put on my boxers and sweatpants.
I walked out of my bathroom with water still dripping from my black hair. I laid down in my bed not caring that my hair still was
wet. I closed my eyes and pictured Alea in my mind. Her light blue eyes, her light red lips, her dark blonde hair that was cut a
little bit shorter now. She looks like an angel. I am so happy that she is my mate but will she forgive me and accept me as her
mate? I hope she will be alright and gain trust in me and will be able to tell me everything so I can help her. I want to help her. I
want to be there for her. I have already started to have feelings towards her. I thought about her until I fell asleep.