Chapter 4
1120 Words
Trina's POV
My eyes flutter open and I immediately clutch my forehead as a sharp pain hits me like a train wreck. What the heck happened?
Then the memories start rolling in and I groan as I pull my hand away from my head. I inflicted this pain on myself. Maybe I should have taken it easy on those blows.
"You're finally awake," a deep voice announces, with a hint of surprise and a whole lot of gratification.
I tilt my head to the side and my breath gets knocked out of me for a reason that has nothing to do with the blasted headache I'm currently experiencing.
The rest of my memories come rushing in; the wolves surrounding me and asking a million questions, the midnight wolf that joined the crowd and the scent it emitted. The same mouthwatering scent that filled the room and the bed that I currently lay in.
Then, the one word that my wolf had yelled out right before I fainted: MATE!
This man seated on a chair pulled up to my bedside is my mate.
I have never given any thought to finding my mate. I wasn't one of those who based their whole existence on finding the one person destined for them. A little part of me didn't even want to find my mate. I had a goal to achieve and finding my mate will become a hassle and probably prevent me from getting that goal.
Placing my palms on the bed, I push myself up with the help of the stranger/my mate, who quickly rushes to the bedside to assist me.
"I-" A soul-wrenching cough leaves my lips instead of words.
"Drink some water," the stranger offers, picking up the glass cup that was on the bedside table and placing it against my cracked lips.
He tips it and the cold liquid slides down my throat. With a moan, I gulp down the water hurriedly, not caring if some of it slides down my jaw. f**k dignity.
The water finishes, and he takes it away from my lips and places the glass back on the bedside table.
"Do you need more?" He questions, already halfway off his seat.
"No. I'm ok," I reassure, the words exiting my lips a lot easier. I clear my throat and look around the huge room. "Where am I?" I ask softly.
"You're in my room. It seems you took a hard hit to the head that knocked you out." He shifts forward in his seat and leans towards me. "Do you perhaps remember how that happened?" He asks hopefully.
I gulp, forcing myself to breathe evenly. If my heart rate increases, he will be able to tell that the words about to come out of my lips are lies.
I raise a hand and place it against my head. "I don't remember anything," I say with my forehead furrowed as though trying to remember what had occurred. "The only thing I remember is running into the woods and feeling dizzy."
"Ok but do you remember who you are or what pack you reside in?" He asks slowly.
I grip my head, feigning a migraine. "I-I can't remember anything," I gasp. "Why can't I remember anything?" I ask with wide frightened eyes.
Logan grips my arms and pull it away from my head. "It's ok. You don't have to force yourself to remember then. Your memories will come back."
I give him a soft nod and watch as he slumps into his seat with defeat while also trying to hide my smile.
"What pack is this? And who are you?" I ask, drawing the sheet closer to me to appear scared.
He sits up straight and rubs his nape. "I seem to have forgotten my manners," he apologizes. "I'm Logan, the Alpha of Black Stone Pack which is where you currently are."
YES!!! I got into the right pack and I- wait, did he just say that he's the Alpha of this Pack? Where is Alpha Aiden? The Alpha who ordered the hit on my pack. What happened to him? The man sitting in front of me seems to be only be a few years older than me so there's no way that Alpha Aiden would have stepped down to let him run the pack. Something must have occurred.
"Are you ok?" Logan asks, looking a bit worried as I remain mute.
"I'm fine," I say with a fake smile on my face. I clear my throat, wondering how to phrase my next question without arousing suspicions. "You seem a bit young to be the Alpha." Slamming my palm against my lips, I let out a horrified gasp. "I'm so sorry about that. I didn't mean to be rude," I lie.
Logan chuckles. "It's ok. You're right." A shadow appears over his eyes. "My father and his Beta passed away a month ago. I had to step up and take over."
Alpha Aiden is dead?
Why don't I feel happy to hear that news? I have been waiting for years to hear those words so why do I still feel so empty?
"I'm sorry to hear that," I say.
Logan nods. "It's ok. I've gotten over it." With a clearing of his throat, he stands up.
I stand up as well or rather try to, but as soon as my feet plant on the floor, my knees lock up, and I fall back onto the bed.
"Why are you trying to get up?" Logan scolds as he pushes me back into the bed. "The pack doctor said that you have to be on bed rest for at least a week."
"I'm leaving," I deadpan like it is obvious. "I don't want to be a bother."
"You can't even stand on your own two feet. You have no business going back into the woods." He places the bed cover over me. "Besides we don't know the person that attacked you. They could be out there waiting for you to show up again. It's too dangerous."
"But I can't stay here," I argue. There's no reason for me to be here. The person I came here for is already dead. f**k! I should have done more research before bulldozing my way in here. This is all on me.
"You're staying here and that's final," Logan says firmly.
Fuck this! Who does he think he is to order me around? I answer to no one, most especially not the son of the man that ordered an attack on my pack.
I open my mouth to tell him exactly where I think he should shove his order.
"There's also the matter of us being mates."
That shuts me right up.
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