𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝟏𝟎

I awakened from my slumber, and a yawn escaped my parted lips. Sluggishly extending my limbs, I felt the all-too-familiar feeling of muscles stretching and joints releasing tension. My groggy gaze shifted towards the space to my right, the spot where my beloved Jane was expected to be nestled. Surprisingly, the space remained vacant, devoid of her comforting presence. I reached out for the bed covers that had been loosely draped over my naked body, grasping at them to protect the modesty that had been exposed. I sat up, fully upright, hastily scanning my surroundings for any sign of Jane's whereabouts. No matter how intently I looked around the room, she remained elusive. Questions began swirling in my exhausted mind. Where could she have gone? Was there a reason for her sudden disappearance? She wouldn't have left without a good reason. I rose from the comfort of my bed. The coolness of the room caused goosebumps to rise on my skin.

My drowsy eyes caught sight of a small piece of paper placed on my nightstand. I reached out and grabbed hold of it without hesitation. The note read: "Vita Mia, I apologize for not being by your side when you woke up. Unfortunately, a pressing matter required my presence in the throne room. I understand that you must be experiencing unease and discomfort, and I want to assure you that I am here to help address this predicament, something that Carlisle might have missed. Your heat will temporarily subside for a few hours. However, it is crucial to know that this reprieve is temporary and that the persistent heat will return in full force until a specific condition is met. To alleviate your suffering completely, you must mate with at least four of us. I will facilitate this process by discussing with the guys which three of them will relieve you. Anyhow, I want to remind you that should you wish to choose three particular mates, please do not hesitate to call my name, and I will be there. - Jane." I genuinely don't have any preference regarding which of my mates they choose to help me. It does not matter to me at all. At some point, I will have intimate relationships with each one of them to complete our bond, though to fully complete it, I would have to be turned into a vampire so I could bear their marks as well as reciprocate the process by marking them in turn.

After placing the note aside, I reached for my phone and chose to open the first door in front of my bed. I prayed it would reveal itself to be a closet. I mean, surely they wouldn't leave me without clothing while I waited the arrival of my clothes and personal items. Much to my relief, the door indeed opened to a closet brimming with different clothing options in my size. It was noticeable that Alice and Rosalie had lent their expertise to ensure that I wouldn't be lacking in any attire department. The seemingly endless drawers contained a carefully arranged variety of underwear and bras. I delved into the closet, selecting a pair of sleek black jeans and a black shirt from the options before me. Looking through the drawers, I settled on a pair of vibrantly laced red underwear.

I walked out of the closet and made my way to the second door. I couldn't help but stare dumbfoundedly at the size of the bathroom that greeted me. It was a large space, complete with a sink, a generously sized shower, a luxurious bathtub, and, of course, a toilet. I entered the bathroom and locked the door behind me. After brushing my teeth, I treat myself to a cold shower. As I turned on the shower head, icy water welcomed my body. The chill was undeniable, but it brought with it a sense of relief. The freezing water was better than the heat that had ravaged my body just the day before. The water droplets hitting the tiled surface created a peaceful mood.

An hour passed, and I reluctantly turned off the shower. I stepped out, and the droplets caressing my skin were replaced by the soft touch of a dark green towel. I patted myself dry and reached for my underwear. As I put my clothes on, my eyes naturally shift to the big mirror on the wall behind the sink, reflecting a disheveled mess of hair resembling a tangled kingdom waiting to be conquered. I need to find a brush to bring order and neatness to my unruly hair. I searched the drawers and shelves for a hairbrush. Finally, I discover a forest-green brush hidden in a jumble of forgotten accessories. Grasping the brush firmly, I begin to untangle and smooth my rebellious locks.

Once satisfied with the results, I confidently strode out, excited to explore the two unopened doors. As I reach out for the doorknob to open the third door, a soft knock reaches my ears. Who could it possibly be? I made my way towards the door, curiosity piqued. Upon opening it, a woman stood before me, her light brown hair falling around her shoulders elegantly. Balanced on a tray in her hands was an array of delicious-looking food, each item thoughtfully prepared and arranged.

Bowing before me, she addressed me. "Good morning, my queen; the masters wanted me to bring you your breakfast." A warm smile danced on her red lips. "May I?" She gestures towards the room. She waits expectantly for my response, "Oh, of course, come in!" I reply, stepping to the side. With a graceful stride, she walks past me. I close the door behind her and turn to her. My attention falls on the tray she has placed on my neatly made bed. I'm glad Jane took the time to tidy up before she left. "Thank you so much!" She nodded her head in acknowledgment. "I will be returning to retrieve the tray after you are done." She proceeds to elegantly bow again before disappearing from my room.

As I settled onto my bed, I placed the tray on my lap, ensuring that I maintained its balance to prevent any unfortunate spills. The tray itself was a sight to behold, displaying a delectable assortment of breakfast treats. At the heart of it all was a fluffy omelette, cooked to perfection, boasting a combination of bacon bits intertwined within itself. Beside the omelette lay a stack of irresistible pancakes, each one covered in a velvety cloak of chocolate. The pancakes were further enhanced with fruits. Luscious strawberries, their vibrant redness almost begging to be devoured, were on top of the stack. Interspersed among them were plump, juicy blueberries, their deep blue hues providing a visual treat for the eyes. To accompany this meal, a refreshing cup of orange juice was included. I could hardly resist the temptation any longer. Each bite was an amazing, it proved how much effort had gone into making this meal a true gastronomic delight. Though it wasn't better than Aro's cooking skills. I took the last bite and emptied my cup of orange juice. I placed the tray in a spot that ensured it was easily within her reach once she arrived.

Feeling worn out, I found myself deciding to take a nap. I walked to my closet, wanting something suitable to sleep in. I began rummaging through the contents of my closet, hoping to stumble upon an outfit that would be comfortable to sleep in. It was then that an unexpected set of clothing presented itself before me—a row of enticing, sexy lingerie and seductive nightgowns. Momentarily caught off guard by my unusual findings, I boldly reached for a black satin nightgown. My eyes shifted to a matching pair of lace panties. Slipping into the nightgown and underwear, I made my way to my bed, feeling the now familiar heat and desperate need start to envelop me again. I ignored it and closed my eyes. I slowly felt as the outside world began to fade into the background.