Alpha Logan's Vengeful Luna

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Trina’s POV

He watches me keenly, his blue eyes raking through every bit of my skin that I suddenly feel so exposed. If I don't know better, I would have concluded he perhaps knows the reason for my wandering into the Black Stone pack. Goosebumps erupt on my skin but I don’t back down from his look – not in the way I am expected to. Instead, I play the victimized vulnerable woman, pulling my gaze away slowly, and wrapping my petite frame gingerly with my arms.

“About what?” I ask softly, feigning ignorance. Perhaps, if I act like it is a part of my amnesia, he will let it go and let me walk through the doors. I will be back again, definitely, because I need to find an outlet for the anger I feel inside. Still, right now, I am in too much shock about the death of Alpha Adrian. He is the one I came for, and his absence rocks my whole plan at the bottom.

“I’m sure you felt exactly what I felt back there in the woods,” he says gently, almost as if he’s scared his words will rip through the wounds that have already closed up on my body. “You’re my mate, and beyond the fact that your life is obviously in danger, I can’t let you walk out the front door not knowing if I’ll ever see you again.”

I want to tell him that he has obviously been living his life before my sudden appearance, and can get right back into it the moment I step out. “Why?” I find myself saying instead, the words escaping my lips before I can stop them.

Logan seems taken aback by the strangeness of the question. He angles his head and mutters, “Why what?”

“Why do you want to see me again? It doesn’t make any difference if I’m your mate. I am a stranger to you – one you would not have found if I had not been running away from…” I touch my head again and wince slightly. “I was running away from something. Or someone. f**k! Why can’t I remember?”

He doesn’t move from the chair he is on seated before me. Still, I feel every inch of concern. If I am not filled with so much hate and the need for vengeance, I might have felt bad for him in the moment. “I told you. Stop trying to force your memories back. The doctor said it is probably as a result of the wound you suffered to your head.”

My hands move again, as if clueless to the fact that there is a wound on my head. I admit, in the human world, I flourished at the theatrics. It is one of the things I learned to be here today. “It sucks that I don’t even know how I got here,” I groan, resting my head against my palm. “I hate this feeling. I don’t know what it is, but I hate it terribly.”

“I can’t say I understand how you feel,” he says softly. “But its all the more reason I can’t let you walk out the door knowing you feel this way. I just… You need to get better first. And we need to have the conversation concerning this … this issue.”

“But I can’t burden you like that,” I sigh. “You have done more than enough by taking me in and making me feel comfortable, but I think I have to figure this out on my own.”

I am trying to improvise, to allow my head think as fast and hard as it can. If Alpha Aiden is dead, it doesn’t in any way mean my hatred for the pack has dissolved into nothingness. He definitely didn’t act alone. If he died alongside his beta, what about the other persons who were involved in the attack of my pack? How about the warriors? And how dare Logan remain in this affluence left to him by his father after he has ruined someone else’s heritage and home?

I feel anger wash through me again. Perhaps, staying back is a much better option than returning to the woods to strategize. I still have all my elements with me, but the only issue that has arisen is the fact that my enemy’s son is my mate. There was no way I would have seen that coming.

Sighing for the umpteenth time, I close my eyes and lean back against the couch.

“Do you at least remember your name?” he murmurs, his voice sounding like the most beautiful sound in the world. It is deep-set and snakes through me, touching every corner and leaving me with a waking need I have never felt before, or given a moment’s thought.

I nod, and my eyes flutter open. “Trina.”

“Trina.” My name rolls off his tongue like he has been saying it for ages like it has finally found its home after fifteen good years. I hate this feeling and try to shake it off, looking for some imperfection in his being I can use as an anchor. But Logan is flawless, his glowing skin accentuated by the hues of the sun ushered in from the open blinds, his blue eyes that look like endless waves of the ocean, his hair, a mass of short brown strands that feel me with the sudden urge to run my fingers through them.

“I need to rest,” I mutter suddenly, as I feel my breathing quicken. Without waiting for a response, I lay flat on the huge bed that I'm in, the one I know belongs to him because every corner has the same scent that tugged at my heart before I collapsed a while ago. I unconsciously breathe it in, then berate myself mentally for doing that.

I listen to the sound of my mate standing up and walking out of the room.

“Trina, you can’t afford to lose focus,” I mutter as I throw myself on the bed, trying to shut out everything around me. But it proves impossible as my wolf is aware that Logan is at the other side of the door, and she is fighting so hard to cross the threshold and return under the full attention of his gaze.

This isn’t as easy as I thought it was going to be.