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“It is, but it’s just my family that lives here now.”
“There are cars here,” Axel said, surprise in his tone as he pointed out the mix of Range Rovers and Land Rovers from different years they had parked in the parking area.
“There’s a road to get in here if you know how to find it,” Malek said, moving Axel along.
"Shut the front door," Axel gasped, when they came to the house Malek had grown up in. But Malek guessed calling it a house was an understatement, since it was more like a Victorian Hall, and he was sure if it was listed, it would be at least Grade II, but luckily they didn't have to deal with all that.
Eleven
Axel
Axel was in awe of everything. He’d never seen anything so picturesque in his whole life.
And that included his house with Malek. It was beautiful if a bit empty at the moment, but the interiors were stunning with wooden beams, solid oak doors and premium fittings throughout.
This was a house he could turn into a home, it needed a lot of small touches, but Axel already had ideas, a throw here and a pillow there, some nice rugs, art for the walls, some pictures of his family and Malek’s.
He could already see it.
As he took a look around the outside first theirs, then the other houses in the clearing, Axel had a feeling he wasn’t going to have a budget trip to Ikea to furnish their new home, which was a kind of a modern Tudor with white walls and brown wooden slats. It was in a word—gorgeous.
He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting after finding out his mate was a shifter. What he saw when he got outside definitely wasn’t it.
Everything was beautiful, lush and so freakin’ green, which was expected since they were in the Lake District. But that wasn’t what came as a surprise.
Axel meant what he said when he had called it a village, but not a quaint village, more like a large estate, that he expected lords and dukes to live in.
There were big buildings and smaller buildings, there was huge houses and medium-sized houses, there was even a large stone barn structure.
The style of the homes went all the way from a gothic cottage, to a regency farmhouse, to a gorgeous arts and crafts farmstead home.
It was all so bloody posh.
Like something out of Millionaire's Row in Worsley that he drove past every day on his way to work.
Then there was a row of semi-detached Victorian homes on one end. Some of them had signs on the top.
Axel was stunned when he saw one that said surgery.
“You have a GP surgery? Seriously?”
Malek laughed and looked in the direction Axel was pointing, “Yeah we do, even though we rarely ever get sick, there have been the odd broken bones, and of course births. My papa, that’s my omega dad, he’s a doctor. Well, he was, he’s retired now.”
Axel just kept turning around trying to take everything in, but there was so much to see. “All you need now is your own Tesco and you’ll be ready to go.”
Malek pointed towards the last semi-detached home on the left, “The last one is kind of like a store for dry food, and we have frozen stuff in a large restaurant-sized freezer, but we do have a Tesco in town.”
“You have your own bloody grocery store?”
“Well, we don’t pay. Everyone has a key and you can go in and pick what you need, but we can order in anything you want and have it delivered to the resort, and I’ll pick it up in the Land Rover.”
“Oh good, I was worried I’d have to give up ASOS, or Topman.”
Malek pulled Axel into him and looked him in the eye, “You don’t have to give anything up. Anything you need, please just tell me, and I will do everything in my power to make sure you have it.”
Axel sighed and wrapped his arms around Malek’s waist.
Everything didn’t justlookperfect, itwas, but it was also surreal. Axel felt like he’d stepped into a regency painting of a huge country estate, only kind of modern. Yet somehow, it didn’t take away from their surroundings. It was acres of green and lush hills, and never in his life could Axel have imagined this could be hidden away here in the Lake District.