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Xaiver's POV

After the storm that is my mate was over I went for a run to cool down leaving her with my gamma Josh watching over her.

As I went back in the palace I saw the cloths I ordered for her being brought in I quickly mid-linked Josh to make sure my mate stayed in our room while some royal pack members took them up to set them outside the door. For her safety they couldn't see her or unpack them so I decided I would. Half of my closet has been empty for far too long and I was more than ready to fill it.

After everyone left my floor I opened the door and had Josh help me bring them in. I saw a bundle of blankets in the middle of the bed with blonde hair coming out of one end.

Is she asleep? I asked Josh through the mind-link so I wouldn't wake her.

Yes sir, um. He answered

What is it? I asked

She's not a happy camper is she? He asked

Would you be if you were kidnapped and had no clue as to why or by who and what their intentions were? I asked him

Not one bit. He replied

Then we spent the next hour or so putting away her cloths. I only let him hang up the shirts pants and dresses, I wouldn't let him touch her undergarments, those were for my eyes only.

Alex's POV

I woke up to Xavier petting my head and whispering "Time to wake up sleepy head." In my ear. At first his voice sounded so soothing and like any girl, when you play with my hair it feels soooo good. I even smiled at him as I opened my eyes. God he's so freaking hot. The kiss in the SUV was simply heaven and I would love to do that again. Then everything came crashing down on me as reality bi*ch slapped me in the face. I recoiled from his hand and slid to the other side of the bed and wrapped back up in the mountain of blankets I had acquired.

"Come on, it's time for dinner." Xavier said pulling at my blankets.

"Go away, I'm tired." I grunted.

"You've slept most of the day come on, there are some people who want to meet you. I had cloths delivered they are in your half of the closet." He said.

I angrily popped my head up from my blanket fort and glared at him "I probably wouldn't have slept all day if I wasn't drugged. And I'm still sleepy because it takes a while to get that crap out of your system. So don't blame me for being tired and sleeping all day, blame the damn leprechaun for jamming a needle in my freaking neck, which is still sore by the way, thanks for asking." I huffed irritated that he's making me get up.

I looked at what he was wearing, he had on a freaking suit.

He noticed me staring "Like what you see?" He said with a smirk.

"Naw just trying to figure out how you got that much horse shit in one suit." I said stretching my arms out above my head.

His smirk dissipated.

"Look dinner is semi-formal, I've picked out a dress for you to wear, it's over the back of the chair, get dressed I'll be back in 30 mins to collect you." and with that he left, and left me alone for the first time since I got here.

I walked into the bathroom and noticed there was all kinds of hair curlers and straighteners and a bunch of make up, most of it I had no clue what it was or what it was for. All I've ever worn was mascara and lip gloss and that was for formal occasions. I tried foundation once, it sweated off and ruined one of my favorite shirts, since then I hate that crap.

I pulled my hair up and took a quick shower. I decided I was not his barbie doll and I was not going to dress up. If he thought I would just comply, the man was sadly mistaken. I pulled my hair up into a high bun letting baby hairs our around my face. Next I went into the closet and he bought me cloths alright, and for a min it hit me that he planed on keeping me for what looks like a very long time, brushing traitor tears away when thoughts of my Mom popped into my head and what she must have been going through, I continued looking for the perfect outfit, soon enough I found what I was looking for. "Semi-formal" I mocked him out loud as I put on the out fit I had chosen.

Xavier's POV

As I knocked on my bedroom door I heard my mate dragging her feet to open it.

"Are you read..." My words left as I looked at what she had on.

"I told you to get ready." I said irritated

"I am." she challenged.

She was wearing power puff girl pajama bottoms, brown fuzzy house boots, and a long white sleeved shirt. She looked like what you'd see in a movie of Christmas morning.

"I told you it's formal get a dress on." I told her crossing my arms over my chest

"I. AM. NOT. YOUR. FREAKING. LIFE. SIZED. BARBIE. I. WILL. NOT. WEAR. WHAT. YOU. COMMAND. ME. TO. I. AM. NOT. A. FREAKING. DOG." she said through clinched teeth clapping after each word to get her point across.

"If your not dressed properly then you can't go to dinner, if you don't go to dinner, you can't eat. You haven't eaten since goddess knows when and you need to eat." I said

"And who's fault is that?" she challenged with an eye brow raised.

"I will wear what I want to not what you want me to. If you don't want me to eat fine, I'll just go back to bed, I'm still tired anyway." she said and turned towards the bed.

"Fine you know what, if that's what you want to wear so be it. You need to eat. Follow me." I said with a tight jaw.

"Could you at-least behave during dinner." I mumbled to her.

Was we walked towards the dining room I noticed a smirk and a rebellious glint in her eyes and I realized no matter what I wanted she would most likely do the opposite out of spite.