The entertainment room was in the heart of the pack house's main building. Quinn hadn't been
there, since the east wing was a separate building adjoined to the pack house.
Now though she got to see the inside...even if it was just the first floor. The furniture were mostly
colored in a dark shade of brown that made them shine when polished and every turn of the way,
people passed by, extending their greetings.
But when they got to what they called the entertainment room, only one person stood by the door;
a woman...a beautiful woman with short, black hair and pretty brown eyes. She was wearing a full
suit of black; black blouse, black shorts, black stocking, black shoes and even black eyeliner.
Dantae walked in front, embracing her in his strong arms. âRachel baby...I'm sorry I had to leave so
early this morning.â
The woman Quinn now knew as Rachel rolled her eyes and pushed him aside. âDonât touch me,
Dantae. If you lay another finger on me...then the floor will be yours again tonight.â
Dantae stepped back, holding his arms up in defeat. âAlright, I'll keep my hands to myself.â
Rachel nodded. âGood...â She then turned to Zayd, bowing her head. âI brought the keys, alpha.â
âThanks, Rachel...give them here.â Zayd stretched out his hand and she laid a key in his palm, before
moving from in front of the door.
With the key he was given, he penetrated the lock, looking back at his family with a small smile and
then shoving the door open.
Inside...inside was not as she expected it to be...it all looked exceptionally pretty but even more so
dirty. The walls were filled with cobwebs and dirt plagued the many computers that were lined out
on the desk and the beautifully tiled floor.
The look of excitement that had been on Isabella's face turned into a look of horror so quickly. Her
mouth dropped and she turned to Zayd. âJesus Christ, Zayd! Did you not have somebody clean it as
least once per month?â
Marcia shrugged. âJust get to work Nick...you too Zayd.â
Zayd hissed at her as he walked out of the room and Quinn sighed as she followed him. âWait up.â
He didn't respond, but he slowed down, staring straight ahead without glancing at her who now
walked beside him. âI'm sorry about Marcia, I really didn't want to spoil today.â
âWhy not?"
âIt's nothing.â
The words were final...his cold voice telling her not to ask again. But if not that, then Quinn wanted
to know something else. âAre you sure you've forgiven me for what I said last night, Zayd?"
âI have...I told you.â
âThen why...?â Quinn looked down at her feet as they moved along with his. âWhy does it feel like
there's still a huge distance between us? It feels like you barely even want to see me. I get it, what I
said was something that should've never came out of my mouth...but I am sorry. I didn't mean it. If I
didn't think of you as my mate, I wouldn't have allowed you to mark me.â
âI know that, Quinn.â
âThen why...?â Quinn stopped in her tracks and Zayd stopped to look back at her. âWhy have you
been like this?â
âQuinn...â Zayd sighed stepping towards her. Marcia...that woman was trouble...! He'd been trying
his god damn best to stay in character and now, that woman had done what was never planned for
today.
He felt miserable...now that he was alone with Quinn, it felt suffocating to not be all over her and
even more so when she was like this.
His hands trembled as he reached forward, grabbing onto her shoulders. âLook at me, Quinn.â
Quinn looked up from the floor, her green eyes so vulnerable and sad. âWhat?â
âI forgave you...stop overthinking it.â
âKiss me then...and if that's too much, then hug me.â
âQuinn...â His right hand drifted up from her shoulder to settle beneath her chin. How could he
refuse? A kiss...a hug...heâd be down even if she told him she wanted to make love. He licked his lips
as he leaned down, resting his forehead against hers...
However, just before he could ultimately falter, Dantae and Federick burst through the door in a fit
of laughter...and following them were Isabella, Joshua and Nicholas.
He quickly pulled away from her, pocketing his hands that held onto her. âThe soap...the bleach...â
And then he headed off as though he hadnât been seconds away from kissing her. Quinn's fingers
ran along her lips as she followed him. She didn't understand, he was really going to kiss her...so
does that mean she truly was forgiven?
If so, why had he been acting so distant then?