Terrified

Xevia's POV

Xander, they-the Rogues member–refers to him as Young Master. He seems highly respected, but I didn't know his position in this pack. All I knew was that the white-haired man was the leader.

After the mating ceremony, Xander asked me to pack up. I didn't know where he was going to take me. He was cold and seemed very stiff. It made me unwilling to talk to him. Even if I knew where he was taking me, it wouldn't change anything. I still had to be his mate, even though I disagreed with this mating.

And now I was in a black luxury car with two motorcades—one car behind us and the other two in front of us. Our motorcade passes through a dark and misty pine forest. It's been more than an hour since we drove through this seemingly endless forest.

And for almost an hour, none of us opened our mouths. We were silent, not communicating with each other. I leaned my head on the car seat while pretending to sleep. Meanwhile, when I peeked at Xander, I saw him silently staring ahead wh