Just Like Logan's
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Hours later, Lorraine still couldn’t wrap her head around how the hell this had happened.
Stomach slightly queasy from the teleportation, her eyes narrowed on the door Logan had just passed through.
The only thing bearable about the past moments was that he had left her be.
Apart from that victorious smirk he had shot Lorraine after the queen practically pushed her into his arms, he had not gloated.
He had even waited patiently while she had deliberately dragged her feet while packing her load.
She had always travelled light and didn't have much at Silver Gate to pack anyway.
Still, she had stayed a little longer, hoping the queen would change her mind and say, “My bad. I didn't mean it, after all.”
“Take all the time you need, Beta,” Logan had said at a point from where he stood by the door.
She had glared at him expecting to see a smirk on his face.
Instead, she had caught a faraway look on his face as he discreetly looked at his watch.
She couldn't in good conscience delay him anymore.
Whatever his beta called him about seemed to be bothering him.
“I am ready,” she said, shutting her bag with an unnecessary click.
When they got back to the dining room, the queen and her consort were already gone.
The scattered plates and cutlery the maids were clearing made Lorraine realise breakfast had turned steamy.
Their triplets were not in sight, too.
And so, Lorraine had left without even saying a proper goodbye to those who had become extremely important to her.
She didn't expect that Athena's offhanded farewell when she shoved her into this unwanted holiday would be it.
It oddly made her feel…disposable.
Like Athena couldn't wait to get rid of her.
She heaved a sigh and turned away from the spot she had stood since Logan walked out.
This is ridiculous. Moping like a kid abandoned by her parents.
It was just that…
“I hate this. I don't want to be here. I don't…” want him reminding her that they were fated mates and all that s**t.
She just wanted him to reject her.
Maybe then the queen would give up on her not-so-subtle matchmaking.
And Lorraine could go back to the life she knew.
The life of a soldier and a beta.
Predictable…and dull.
“Dull?” She jerked off the settee.
“Where did that stupid thought come from?” She liked what she had made of her life.
She was a long way from the weak girl she was once.
She was not her mother's daughter. That alone was worth all the pain.
She strode to the door and jerked it open.
“It's this place. It's messing with me and making me think silly thoughts.”
She strode out and soon found herself in the familiar hallway.
She knew the pattern of the hallway from the time the queen gave birth to her triplets here.
Scheming Guinevere, who was plotting to take the queen's position, had sent men after them then.
Logan had come to their rescue, with his own ulterior motive, clashing with Lorraine at every turn.
A slight smile touched Lorraine's lips as she remembered how he had rubbed her the wrong way even before his curse was lifted and they found out they were mates.
“This is where we belong.” Kiara suddenly stirred, her support for Logan staunch as ever.
Lorraine ignored her wolf and kept striding towards the main door.
The empty hallway felt wrong before she realised why.
Unlike the queen's abode, there were no soldiers guarding almost every space here.
That had been Lorraine's duty. Keeping her queen safe.
The reminder made her scalp itch.
“What was Her Majesty thinking agreeing to this? How can I keep her safe when I am in this pack…wait, I don't even know how far Silver Gate or Moonvale is from here.”
Great. She couldn’t even leave if she felt like it.
She might as well be in the middle of nowhere.
She scoffed as she opened the double oak front door.
No one outside either.
Of course, she could feel people from afar. Pack members, definitely.
It's just that she couldn't feel anyone around the house.
It was almost like he left her alone there.
“I will be back soon. I need to sort something.” He had said after asking her if he should get her anything and she said no.
There had been that odd note in his tone after he received the call from Damien.
Lorraine knew something was wrong.
It was why he rushed back after all.
She had barely held back from asking him earlier.
“Asking means I’m interested,” she told herself.
Which she was not.
She just wanted him to come back so she could tell him she had had enough of this ‘holiday’ and leave.
But she was unaccustomed to the quiet.
She looked around until she saw from afar what looked like the pack house.
He must be having a meeting there. Maybe a meeting that involved all pack members.
“That would explain the reason for the quiet,” she thought as she headed in that direction.
Well, they would just have to make room for one non-member.
She quickened her pace.
Years of honed instinct made her catch the slight sound from her right.
Her head jerked in that direction just in time to see a blur of pink vanish from sight.
With a hand on her gun holster, Lorraine moved towards it, wondering who would be stupid enough to play tricks on her.
Just behind a shed, she saw it.
A hand. Tiny fingers tangled in curly dark hair.
Lorraine’s hand slipped from her holster as she stared in confusion.
Probably realising that the hideout had been blown, the hands moved away, and a tiny, dirt-streaked face peeked out from the bunched pink gown.
Something slammed into Lorraine’s chest as those familiar tawny eyes met hers.
There was a hint of fright in the eyes. Some confusion and uncertainty.
Still, the little girl fully straightened, squared her shoulders, and asked in a surprisingly steady voice.
“Who are you?”
The answer stuck in Lorraine's throat.
Not because she was intimidated by a barefoot kid.
No, it was the eyes.
Goddess help her.
They looked just like Logan's!
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