CHAPTER 15: WRONG
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Logan’s POV
My wolf was so pleased about that laugh that I had to shut him down immediately.
He’d been doing this all afternoon. Finding things to be satisfied about.
The way she’d stopped fighting when I carried her. The way she’d taken the painkillers without arguing a second time. The way she’d looked at her own hand like it was something new and worth knowing.
Now the laugh, and he was practically rolling over.
I needed him to stop.
Because every time he found something to be pleased about, I found something to ruin it, and I could feel one coming now. The need to create distance. To remind both of us where we stood. I had spent two weeks keeping her at arm’s length, and one afternoon in this room had undone most of it, and my wolf didn’t care; he wanted to stay here, he wanted her to stay here, and that was exactly the problem.
“You should be smarter from today onwards,” I said. “Next time, come to me immediately. This puts us in a much more difficult spot.”
She looked at me. “What do you mean, come to you?”
“I mean what I said.”
“No.” She tilted her head slightly. “You said it puts us in a difficult spot. What does that mean?”
I should have stopped there. My wolf was already telling me to stop. He was practically shouting it, which was new, because he was usually the one dragging me toward her, not away.
I didn’t stop.
“It means you sitting in that office enjoying the attention doesn’t help either of us.”
The room went very still.
“Excuse me.” Her voice had dropped. “What attention?”
“The students are finally liking you.” I kept my voice flat. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Having people fawn over you. Having something that makes you special.”
No, my wolf said. Stop talking, please, Logan.
“That’s why you stayed out there instead of coming to find me. You wanted the moment.”
Stop. Talking.
She didn’t say anything.
I watched her face change, and it felt like a punch to my f*****g disgusting guts.
The brightness that had been in her eyes thirty seconds ago, when she laughed, went out so completely that it was like a light switch. Her jaw tightened. She blinked once, hard, and then a tear dropped from her eye.
Then another.
She didn’t make a sound. She just sat there crying silently while I stood across from her. My wolf had gone completely silent because even he didn’t know what to do with what I had just done.
She stood up, crossed the room, and slapped me hard.
The sound was sharp and clean in the quiet room; the force turned my face to the side. She was stronger than she looked.
I let the sting bloom across my cheek, not daring to move. The pain went straight to my hard d**k. And I wanted her even more than I did before. I was in s**t. f****d up s**t.
“You are a terrible person, Logan.” Her voice was completely steady. “You have been terrible since the moment I met you. And I don’t know what I did to make you hate me this much, but I’m done trying to figure it out.”
She walked to the door. But before she could open it, Lucas opened the door, standing in the frame of the door.
I didn’t know how long he’d been there. Long enough. His eyes went from her face to mine and back to hers. He walked to her and put his arm around her shoulders without saying a word to me.
She looked up at him.
“Please take me home.”
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Come on.”
He walked her out. He didn’t bother to look back at me. The door swung shut behind them, leaving me alone to feel like the fool that I most definitely was.
“Fuck.” I screamed and punched the wall.
I hit it over and over again, loving the pain that shot up my arm. Then I stood there feeling like an i***t with my forehead against the wall.
My wolf was so disgusted with me that he had gone completely quiet, which was somehow the worst part of all of it.
What is wrong with me?
I had been doing this my whole life. Keeping people at a distance so they couldn’t get close enough to matter. It had never felt like a problem before. It had never cost me anything before.
I wrapped my hand with the bandage from the cabinet, pulling it tight.
My phone rang.
Dad.
I stared at the screen for a second. Then I picked it up.
“Come to the office,” Vincent said. “Now. We need to talk.”
“On my way,” I said.
I wrapped my hand tighter, pulled my jacket on, and left the room.
The corridor outside was empty. Her scent was still in the air, faint, and my wolf lifted his head toward it like he couldn’t help himself even now.
I kept walking.
Whatever my father wanted to tell me, I already had a feeling it was going to make everything worse.
My father was standing at the window when I walked in.
He didn’t turn around immediately. He just stood there looking out at the grounds with his hands clasped behind his back. Definitely not good.
I closed the door behind me.
“Is the girl really a healer?”
“Yes,” I said. “A full one.”
He turned then. Rubbed both hands down his face slowly and dropped into his chair, and he suddenly looked older than he had this morning, which was saying something.
“That makes her even more valuable.” He said it quietly, almost to himself. “A Silver Wolf and a healer. Do you understand what that means, Logan? We can’t hide her much longer. Something this powerful doesn’t stay hidden.”
“I know.”
“Every pack within range is going to hear about today. The students talk. They’re already talking.”
“I know that too.”
He was quiet for a second. His fingers tapped once on the desk.
“Do you know who Darius Kron is?”
My jaw tightened. “Montana Alpha. He absorbs smaller packs. And has been moving south for two years.”
“He’ll be here tomorrow.”
The room went very still.
“What?” I said.
Vincent held my eyes.
“Tomorrow, Logan. He requested entry three days ago. I was going to tell you this evening regardless, but after today…” He stopped. Started again. “After today, it becomes even more urgent.”
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