Alpha Logan's Vengeful Luna

Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Logan’s POV

I angle my head as I watch the emotions filter through her eyes – mild surprise, a sudden flash of anger masked by something indecipherable, and then tenderness. Awareness hits with my last words. She raises her eyes, and her lips part slightly. “I didn’t realize that,” she murmurs, pulling her gaze away from me.

Pulling out of the shadows, I stop directly in front of her, resting on the beams on that floor. An almost inaudible breath escapes her lips, but I catch it even though she doesn’t know I do. There is something shifty about her as she takes a slow step backwards, then halts suddenly, perhaps, realizing she has no reason to run away from me.

“I shouldn’t have taken your room away from you,” she breathes, then swallows. “I will… I will leave first thing in the morning.”

“I asked you not to leave a few seconds ago, right?” I question, angling my head. “I have gotten another room prepared for you. Its on the same floor as mine so you don’t have to struggle trying to find your away around. And just in case you need anything, I will be right opposite you.”

“Opposite?”

I nod. “For the meantime, of course. Until we figure out what to do about us.”

“Okay.” She turns on her heel and retraces her steps, walking back down the hallway while I follow closely behind. My eyes regard her petite frame, wondering how and why anyone would ever think she could cause some harm to them. I have been thinking about possible reasons for her getting attacked in the woods, but nothing makes sense. The only thing that comes to mind is attempted r**e. Perhaps, some wolves tried to force themselves on her. The mere thought makes me blind with rage and I shake it away at once.

Her hair swishes with every step she takes, the long brown curls shining even in the dark. She must have come from a moderately rich home to have the resources to make her hair that great. It is either that or she has really great genes. Making a mental note to put out a memo to the neighboring packs for a missing lady, I catch up with her mid-way, easily falling into steps with her.

“Can you remember anything else now?” I ask quietly, trying to get her comfortable enough to talk to me. “My warriors have gone out to search the woods you got attacked, but they’ve found nothing. I need to know if you were attacked by humans because that’s the only stench that permeates the woods. It is also possible that the wolves responsible for hurting you are skilled in masking their scents. I need to know, Trina. I need to do something.”

I have been overwhelmed by the thought through the night. It plagued my every moment, as I toss and turn on the sheets, rage coursing through me. I hate not being in control because that element has been ingrained in me since I was a kid. Finding my mate hurt is one thing my wolf has found difficult to take and until the perpetuators are brought to book, I doubt I will be able to let it go.

“I wish I could help,” she sighs as we walk down the stairs. “Really. But I know nothing. It’s just…dark. The last thing I remember was waking up to find a doctor hovering over me. I’ve tried so hard to focus on one thing, to drown away the echoing blankness in my head, to see if, by chance, something will pop up – a color perhaps, or a name. I don’t have a sense of belonging. I feel lost, Alpha Logan, I feel like I’m drowning in murky waters and I fear I’m not going to survive.”

“Logan.”

“What?”

“You don’t have to call me Alpha Logan. It sounds too…formal.”

“But that’s what everyone calls you.”

“You’re not everyone,” I murmur, even though I know she’s probably right. It’s going to be weird having to explain to everyone why she calls me by my name when I don’t; want them to find out she’s my mate just yet. But I’m going to have to think about that later. For now, I need her to be comfortable with me. I need to know the burden she carries on her shoulders, because no matter how hard she tries to hide it, no matter how much her memory fails her, it is still there, threatening to pull her under.

“You’re my mate, Trina. You need to remember that.”

Her lips part but she snaps them close almost immediately. We move into the living room, and I see her look into the kitchen, following the lights spilling out.

“Are you hungry?”

She shakes her head at once, even though her eyes betray her. “You’ve already done so much for me. I cannot burden you like that.”

“I am hungry,” I say. All that conversation with Anne after my meeting with her and Jake has stressed me out and made me hungry. Right now, she’s fast asleep upstairs after convincing her that I cannot take her to my room because it is undergoing fumigation. I cannot keep lying to her for too long, because Anne might be everything, but dumb isn’t one of them.

I head into the kitchen, not bothering to check if Trina is following me. There is no need to because I can smell every bit of her in the space, her honey scent tugging at me with all intensity. It's hard to ignore, as it wraps me in a warm embrace, and makes me think of a sunny morning, sitting on the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee in hand.

“Toast?” I question as I move around, working efficiently. I’ve always enjoyed cooking, even though the pack’s work wouldn’t give me as much time as I want to be here.

“Why are we here late at night, Logan?” Trina asks suddenly, causing me to look up at her. “Do you have something to tell me?”

There’s no need to push it off anymore. “Yes,” I sigh. “It's about the fact that you’re my mate.”

“What about it?”

“I have a fiancée.”