Suddenly, Luna

Chapter 8 - You and I

Logan POV

“Carla, you don’t have to choke her to death!” I said to my sister.

“Aaaaawwww. My brother is jealous. How sweet.” she stuck her tongue at me.

“Did you just stick your tongue at me? Are you two years old?” before she could replay, our mother interrupted us: “Hush, both of you. You both act like you are two, most of the time. You” she looked at me and continued: “you are the Alpha of the largest pack in this part of the world. Grow up. And you, Carla, you have a pup. That poor thing is a few weeks old and more mature than you.”

By the end of her speech, both Carla and I were laughing. Annoying your parents is fun, no matter how old you are. 

Cil asked if we were done, so I asked Grace if she had any more questions for the group. We’ve agreed she’ll stay with me tonight so we could talk. 

“I do actually”, she said. “Shona, back in the Dungeon you’ve mentioned something and I would appreciate it if Logan or you could explain it.”  “Sure”, Shona said right away. All this time, I was holding Grace’s hand and now, she pulled away. That got me worried.

She looked at me, and her eyes were ice cold. f**k, this won’t end up good. 

When she started to speak, I’ve noticed her voice was even colder than the look in her eyes:

“Shona, can you explain to me, please, why did you call him a manwhore and will someone tell me who the hell is Jo?”

The room fell silent and after, what seemed to be an eternity, everyone burst laughing. Except me, of course. And Grace. Her eyes were still shooting daggers at me. 

Shona looked at me and said: “Logan, sorry, but you’ll have to get out of this one on your own.”

Everyone started to leave, still laughing. My parents were the last one in the room. Dad tapped me on the shoulder and said: “Son, I think you found yourself a fiercy one!” Mom mumbled: “And he deserves it!” as they left. 

Grace was still looking at me and she raised an eyebrow: “Cat got your tongue?” 

“Can we talk about this upstairs?” I’ve asked.

“Well, it depends on your answer if I’ll join you upstairs or not so I think you could start explaining.” she replied bluntly. 

I am f****d. 

“I.. s**t. Look, I won’t sugarcoat. I’m not a virgin. I’ve had s*x with more women than I should have, probably.”

“Probably?” I was interrupted with a low growl. I smiled and she got pissed even more: “Don’t you dare laugh at me!”

“I’m not, I’m not.” I touched her face softly and continued: “The jealousy is quite common among mates, we’re quite possessive by nature. So, it sort of made me happy that you feel it. Just the idea of you with another..”

I was interrupted again with her finger pressing on my lips: “we’re not talking about me right now. Who is Jo?”

“Nobody, baby. Don’t growl this time, but really, she’s just someone I used to f**k. When Shona grabbed my hand, I thought it was her because I saw her a few minutes earlier in the parking lot. This mate thing between us, this is it for me. No other woman ever again. And trust me, if ever cheated on you, you would feel it. But we’ll finish talking upstairs, ok?” She nodded, I’ve kissed her forehead, took her hand and led her upstairs. 

GRACE POV

I’ve heard so many stories tonight and instead of information overload, the only thing in my head at the moment was how it all felt right. For the first time in my life, I felt like I truly belonged somewhere. Maybe that’s the reason why I didn’t question anything. It simply felt right. 

And Logan, he was like a missing puzzle. There’s no way to explain it. His hand holding mine, his massive body towering over me, every single thing felt perfect. And he was so gorgeous. He had dirty blonde hair, a bit on the longer side and I had the urge to pull my fingers through it. His lips were a story for itself, the upper one was thin but the lower one was plump. I wondered how it would feel to kiss him. But, the favorite part of him was his eyes - they watched me with such warmth and tenderness all time. He had a thin scar cutting through his left eyebrow and it led to the corner of his eye. I wondered how he got it. 

I was woken up from the daydreaming by his firm grip on my hip. He whispered: “We’re here!”

We were on the top of the staircase and there were two massive doors on both of the sides. He showed the left one and said that that wing of the floor was where Cil, Carla and their son Max lived. When we turned right, he said quietly: “This is us.”

When he opened the door and led me inside I was speechless for the millionth time today. 

The space opened up in a colossal living room. On the right side, there was a wall that was almost fully filled with books, the only unoccupied part was the middle, where a huge fireplace was situated. In front of it, there were a few cozy armchairs and a small coffee table, for a bookworm like myself it was heaven. On the opposite side, there was a kitchen, dining area and another sitting area with a cozy looking sofa, a few more armchairs and a TV set. The most impressive part of the room was floor to ceiling  windows. I couldn’t wait to see the view in the morning. 

On the left side of the area there was a corridor which led to the sleeping area. The first door on the right, was the master bedroom. Before entering, Logan explained that further were three spare bedrooms, one was at the moment office and the other two were empty. 

We entered the bedroom and a small corridor appeared. On the right side there were two doors; I’ve assumed one was for the bathroom, the other one for the wardrobe. Few steps further and the space opened up. On one side, another sitting area and on the other massive bed covered in dark gray lining. The floor was covered in thick teal rug and it was the cosiest room I’ve ever seen. 

“Is this your bedroom?” I asked in a whisper. “You’ll sleep here tonight!” he responded quietly. 

“I know we have a lot to talk about but would you mind if I took a shower first?” I asked.

“Not at all.” he swallowed hard and added: “I’ll give you some clean clothes. It will be a bit too large, but it will do for tonight.”

Another kiss on the forehead and he disappeared behind one of the doors we’ve passed.