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Prisoner

Sienna“You can’t just keep me locked up in your bedroom like a damsel in distress.”“Once again Sienna, you are not locked in. Look. The door opens.” Mason proceeds to give me a demonstration of how the door, on the opposite side of the room to the one I tried this morning, opened and closed without issue.“I’m talking metaphorically.” I counteract with annoyance as I followed him back into the room. “I have people who will be worried about me. They are probably looking for me right now.”“A boyfriend perhaps?” I couldn’t help but notice the element of bitter jealousy in his words.“What?” I shake off the comments, “No, like friends. Like my carers. I am still legally underage; I need to at least tell them I am safe. I have a job for God’s sake!”“No need.” He walked across to the locked door and opening it with a brass key from his pocket. Entering the second room. I quickly followed him into an office space easily the same size as the bedroom.His office was the polar opposite of h

Confessions

Luna Sienna/K.Matthews

SiennaStorming out of the white house and onto the large oval gravel drive, I march straight into the solid wall that was a man’s chest.“Ouff!” the wind was all but knocked out of me, as I visibly rebounded off of the man in question.“Apologies, Luna.” He dipped his head, and stepped to one side.My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.“Luna is a title, not a name.” The man explained with a churlish grin plastered to his face as I brushed past, every intention of getting as far away from Mason, this house, and whoever this man was, as I possibly could. I stopped in my track though at his comment, and I look over my shoulder at him with a stare that I hoped could induce death is necessary.“I am barely one of your kind. What makes you think I want one of your stra

Jealousy

Luna Sienna/K.Matthews

MasonNot for the first time today, I find myself punching the desk in frustration.In all honesty, no I hadn’t been completely ecstatic about finding my mate in the first place, but when I came to physically have her in my arms, the idea of being without her hurt.I began to allow myself to actually start thinking of a future. About what our lives would look like as we grew older.But all of that came to an abrupt halt the moment that Devon handed me that dress. The dress which now lay as a pile of ash in the hearth of my office.It didn’t matter though. I could burn the whole packhouse to the ground, but that scent. The lingering scent of another man, still lingered in my nostrils.And then, as if that wasn’t enough to set my alter ego alight, then I found her trying to escape me.Sienna was new to our world. That was without question. But there were certain things that ones mate should never do. Firstly, reject or breaking the mate bond. Secondly, running away from your mate. Espec

Clearing the air

Luna Sienna/K.Matthews

SiennaI could smell him before anything else.The deep masculine scent that was completely out of place in the heavily fragranced floral haven I found myself.It wasn’t an unpleasant smell by any stretch. In fact, quite the opposite. It was as if my body had become attuned to the scent, and sought it out amongst the perfumed blooms. It was like a craving. When all you wanted was something salty, but the table before you, was laid out with nothing but sweets. Mason had become my something salty. And every part of my being longed to open my eyes and seek him out. To rush into his arms and relish his touch.But I refused to allow myself to cave to the persistent nagging within.And then came the sound of his feet crunching along the stone pathway to where I sat.Listening intently to the rhythmic sound of his feet as he made his way towards me with agonisingly slow strides.Was he walking in slow motion? Or was it simply my own mind making things more difficult for me.He came to stop i

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