Caught Between them

My day started pretty well this time, except most of the customers wanted to sleep with me or feel me up, being a weak-willed person. It would have happened if my boss hadn’t butted in to stop the overstepping customers. I sat now, serving two crude men who talked too loudly and drank beers. One grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. I let out a small squeak, knowing I was in for it today as my boss was not around, the man squeezed my butt, and I cried out. He grinned. “I haven’t started yet, darling, let’s do this somewhere private,” he said. “No, please,” I begged, but the man stood and grabbed me; the other followed, and they picked me up. “Shut……….” “I believe she has said no,” a new voice said, and we turned to see a tall, muscular guy. He grinned mischievously, but that hinted at how dangerous he was, “Drop her,” his voice was deadly calm. I found myself staring at his handsome features. I stared at his gray eyes, and I could have sworn I saw a flash of yellow in his eyes. “Wrong choice of words, bro” one of the men grabbing me said and dropped me unceremoniously to the ground. The handsome guy's eyes were like flint, but he smiled coldly. “You’ll regret that,” he said calmly, and the other men snarled at him, pulled out knives, and pointed them at the handsome young man. “Mind your business, Sport, or you’ll die painfully,” one said, and the dude with the gray eyes shrugged. “And if I don’t?” he smirked, and the other men decided they had had enough. They charged for the man; the first one reached him and stabbed at him with his knife, but the young man with gray eyes dodged the blow with surprising speed and agility. He countered with a solid punch into the cretin's stomach, and the unfortunate man was sent flying out of the restaurant into the streets. I blinked, who the hell could have that much power behind a fist? The other one stared at the gray-eyed man, and fear blanketed his eyes. He took one more terrified look and ran out. The man helped me up; his eyes had switched from battle mode to warm and friendly. “Am sorry I asked them to drop you, foolish of me,” he apologized, and I nodded. “It’s no problem, thanks,” I said. The guy studied me way too intently, and he sniffed; he muttered something like ‘Wolf.’ he stared at me once more, and I could swear his eyes turned yellow for a moment before returning to their usual gray. He forced a smile. “Apologies, I am Logan,” he said, and I smiled at him, starting to like him. “Amelia,” I said, and he grinned at me. “Should I call you Amy?” he said, and my smile widened; Reagan was the only one who called me that. “If you want,” I replied, and he nodded. It looked like he wanted to tell me something. “How much are you being paid here?” he asked and I told him. He stood and smiled at me. “I am gonna take you somewhere better and good for you. You are never going to be poor again,” Logan said. “Now?” I asked surprised, it wasn’t every day I get someone who offered to get me rich quickly. “Where?” I wondered and Logan grinned “You’ll see,” Logan said. _______________________________________ We reached a cave, and we ducked, and I came to face a magnificent city; it was significantly modernized, and everything here was mostly made of Gold. I watched, fascinated, as people shuffled about but were shocked the most at a very far distance close to a forest. People shifted into wolves, and I stared at Logan, comprehension dawning on me. “You aren’t human, are you?” I asked, and Logan shook his head. “I am a werewolf. This is a hidden city for werewolves,” he said, and I looked at him, my heart melting at seeing his playful smile. “Why bring me here, Logan?” I asked, and he stared at me thoughtfully. “I want you to be my mate, Amy; I have fallen for you at first sight. Say yes, please,” he begged, and I was suddenly so happy. If Logan were proposing, then I would be the primary source of attention and the happiest woman here; I smiled at him. “Yes,” I said, and Logan smiled Logan looked pleased and led me to a towering building that almost looked like the ‘White House’ werewolf guards stiffened to attention as Logan passed; it seemed as if Logan had some sort of rank, or could he be the……………. “Alpha!” A voice called, and I bristled so. Logan was an alpha. He acted so normal. “Frost,” Logan said, grinning, and I turned to see a young werewolf boy. He smiled at Logan. “Hi uncle, I drew a picture of you,” he said. Logan smiled at him. “I’ll see the picture tomorrow, huh?” Logan said, and Frost nodded and jogged off. Logan crashed into a sofa, smiling contentedly; he observed me as if I might disappear if he closed his eyes. “I’ll be fine,” I said when I saw his sleepy eyes and nodded and dozed. I whipped up breakfast, and when I came back with steaming hot food, Logan was already awake. We ate in silence, our relationship was growing but things were still pretty awkward. Logan wolfed down his food in minutes and smiled at me. “It is customary for me to introduce a new member to the pack, so I am gonna introduce you tomorrow.” “But I am not a werewolf, I am a human” I said and Logan raised a brow. “That’s not true. You have werewolf scent on you, Amy,” he said, and I glared at him. Whatever, right now, I couldn’t get enough of Logan's handsome face; I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He held me close and deepened the kiss, then pulled away. The door opened and when I saw the person that walked in, I forgot Logan existed.