Alpha Logan's Vengeful Luna

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Logan’s POV

I angle my head and watch as she walks back to the room, her feet dragging on the floor, fatigue wrapped around her like a tight glove. A physical pain tugs at my chest, demanding attention. She staggers at the door and I rush to my feet, but my hands hover mid-air as she picks herself right back up and saunters further in, closing the door behind her. I can feel her cluelessness wafting over to me from the mate bond, even though we are yet to be mated. It is there, light but present.

Sighing at my current predicament, I run a hand through my hair and return to the couch, starting up at nothing in particular. The living area is an adjoining part of my room where I receive private guests when I don’t want to speak to them in the study. It is also usually my place of solace, where I retreat when I don’t want to speak to anyone else. But right now, the aura surrounding the space has shifted incredibly.

Staring back at the couch she was seated on a few minutes ago, I bite my lips and allow my relief to show for the first time today. I have found my mate. Although I have mixed feelings about it with everything that has happened, it still fills me with a sense of accomplishment after so many years of searching. A part of me wishes she never showed up, especially now that plans are underway. But at the same time, my wolf is ecstatic that she is so close right now. I don’t know what I am going to do about everything, and honestly, I am unwilling to think about it right now.

“How long do you think she has before she regains her memory?” I mind link the pack’s doctor, eager to hear a development. “I need to know where she’s from and what she is looking for in the Black Stone pack. Whoever attacked her chased her down this path, so it is pertinent to understand which pack she is from and where she is headed. Her people will be worried sick right now looking for her.”

The pack doctor thinks about it for a minute. “It might take a week, a month, or as long as a year. No one can tell how these things operate. However, the best I can do is to help juggle her memory. Perhaps, with colors, names, moments, seasons…it doesn’t help that you know nothing about her, Alpha. But we can try our best with the little we have available.”

“Can you come to the pack house every week to do that?” I don’t know what I am grappling with exactly, but I feel knowing her truly is a start to making sense of all of this. And it buys me enough time to figure out what to do about my present situation.

“Of course, Alpha.” I can almost see him bow low in obeisance. “I can be there as early as tomorrow if you please.”

“We should give her time to rest and get used to her space for today. We can start with the mind juggling tomorrow. I am certain she wants to remember as well, but I will also have to talk to her about it.”

“Alpha Logan, there’s something…have you tried to consider the possibility of her being a rogue? What if the rest of her group …”

“You will not speak of my guest in that manner!” I snap suddenly, my eyes flashing a deeper blue as a sudden fury washed through me. “She is not a rogue so you best remember that before walking in through those doors tomorrow.’

“I understand, Alpha. My apologies.” I know he is probably wondering the reason for my sudden outburst because everyone in the Black Stone Pack knows how quiet I can be until I have to speak. It is what endears the members of the pack to me, and makes them fear and respect me at the same time. I am not one to give in to my emotions baselessly, but Trina…she’s making me do things I will usually not do.

But the fact that she is my mate makes all the difference in the world.

“Who has gotten you in such a foul mood today?” A sing-song voice flows in from the entrance. She waltzes into the room in her godlike appearance, her red locs flowing all around her, and her beautiful green eyes a sight to behold. Anne smiles as she stops in front of me, her scent of lavender and roses permeating the living area. She purses her lips and angles her head. “Did something happen? I heard a rogue passed in through your borders?”

Rogue? Why does everyone call her that? I feel like I am on the edge of a wall, and the next time anyone uses that word, I will not be this calm about it.

“Yeah,” I mutter, rising to my feet. “Can we talk about it in the study? I have a meeting with Jake, my Beta and I don’t want to be late for it.”

“Since when do you care about going to meetings late?” She peers her eyes at me as I saunter towards her, taking her arms in mine. “You usually stroll in when you please, especially if it's Jake.”

“Well, today is different.” I tug as I walk towards the door, intent on getting her out of the living area and far away from this part of the packhouse. Anne is very keen on details, and all it takes is an extra whiff to find out that there is another wolf lying on my bed – a strange scent at that. I don’t know what she will do about it, but one thing I don’t want to do is have to explain myself, especially since I am in the dark as well.

I hate this feeling.

“What is different about today?” Anne presses as we walk further down the hallway and take the stairs to the floor below us.

“We are discussing the plans for our wedding.”