Emi's Mates

Emi’s POV I’m outside Logan's cart, waiting for him to come out. My palms are already sweaty, and I rub them on the gown I'm wearing. “Logan?” I call out. I do not hear an answer from him. The time he has spent inside is unusual, and somehow, it's giving rise to the thoughts roaming in my mind–the thoughts about what his mum has told me. He finally steps out of the cart, and I silence the thoughts I’m having. I rush to hug him, twinning our lips into a kiss. He just stares at me, not taking part in it, but frees himself to my touch as the feeling overwhelms us. I grind my chest against him, and his right hand moves to knead its softness while his other hand presses my butt through my silky dress. I was starting to moan into his ears, and everyone, members of the Greymoon pack, are watching us, but I do not mind. Or maybe it's because the feeling has made us forget that we are not in closed doors. “Logan!” Mitchell, his mum, calls out from the entrance of the hall. He withdraws himself from me, gasping. “Emi…” I rub my hands down his chest. “We are always tied together.” He looks at Mitchell, and then at me. “No…” No about what? It can't be to what I just said. “What's wrong?” I ask him, placing my hands on his jaws. But he shakes his head, slowly pulling my hands off. “I’m not supposed to be doing this.” In just a second, his face hardens. “Hasn’t Mitchell told you?” My eyebrows raised. The thoughts I had in mind occur to me, and I turn to look at Mitchell. My breathing turns rough. “It can't be true… I know you couldn't have done that… I trust you…” My words are beginning to break. The things Mitchell has told me… It shouldn't be true. It can't be. But a lady steps out of the cart, and the first thing I notice about her is her belly. It is grown out. “Logan…” I struggle to speak. “Is it… Is it true?” He does not answer, but goes to wrap his hands around the girl's waist to offer her support. I turn back to look at Mitchell, and I see a smile on her face. She has never smiled that way to me. “It's obvious, isn't it?” Logan says. I freeze on this spot. I’m catching a cold, but feeling a great heat at the same time. The nauseous feeling I’ve been having since the early hours of the morning is starting to rise, giving me the urge to throw up. Warm tears roll down my jaws, starting to blur my vision. The reality that he has been cheating on me to the extent that he has got a girl pregnant was like a sharp spear piercing right into my chest. “But we’re mates… Today is our marking ceremony…. What happens to us?” I stutter, my teeth chattering, and making speaking to be a difficult task. “You will know,” he says. It's vague. I can't make a sense of it. The marking ceremony is always carried out in different packs to permanently bond fated mates together, and then s****l consummation can go on between them. But for the case of Logan and me? What happens now that another girl is carrying his child? Mitchell had informed me of it at the time I arrived at the hall, but I couldn't have believed it, but now, Logan confirms it. “What… happens to us?” I press on with a shaky voice. “I wouldn't mind… I can accept this girl as someone who is pregnant for you…. The ceremony should not stop, it should go on. Please….” He shakes his head. “Everything will unfold.” He walks into the hall, and my eyes are fixed on them, tears rushing down my cheeks, but I do not wipe it off. I get into the hall, and my friend, Octavier, comes to wrap her hands around me. She does not ask a question. My sobbing seems to be the answer to the question she's supposed to ask. “Sorry,” she says. I withdraw her hand from me, and start walking towards the stage in slow steps. “Things have changed,” I hear Logan say. The hall turns quiet as everyone wants to hear what he has to say. It's quiet to the extent I can hear my heavy labored breathing. He fixes his eyes on the pregnant girl. “Her name is Claudia, and I have decided to make her my mate.” He leans closer to her, and kisses her, his hand going over her belly. It's almost becoming an erotic scene. “I realized I love her…. And she has become pregnant with my child.” My heart throbs, and my ears fill up with murmurs from the people standing close to me. But what happens to me? “Emi,” He points his finger at me. “I reject you from being my mate.” I take a pause in my steps, trying to process his words. They feel like bombs exploding to my ears, and my whole body is shaking. In the next instant, I find myself running to the stage. I grip him by his wrist. “You wouldn't… You wouldn't leave me…. No rejection!.... No… Please….” “Leave!” He screams. But I'm still standing, gripping him with two hands. He flings his arm against me. I lose my footing, and find myself falling down the stairs till my head lands on the floor. "She is bleeding!" Octavier's voice comes to my ears, screaming. There's commotion in the hall, but my sight is going faint in each second that passes. My body is shaking like I'm convulsing. The only person I can clearly see is Logan and his pregnant girl, Claudia, kissing, despite what is happening. The pain of falling down the stairs is no longer the issue, but the pain of losing him. His words, "I reject you", are ringing like bells in my head. Some time has passed. I open my labored eyes, but find myself on a bed. I don't know this place, and it doesn't look like my room. "Octavier?" I call out. She is sitting on a chair by my side. I think she is asleep. "Octavier...." She yawns, and her hand touches me. "You are awake," she says. "Where am I?" I try to raise my head, but I feel a sharp pain piercing through me. Now I notice that my neck is wrapped with bandages. The incident of Logan rejecting me occurs to me, and I rest my head on the pillow, going mute, and my eyes filling up with tears about to pour out. "Sorry," she says. Her gaze is resting on me. She is a witness of what happened, and definitely understands. "Where is this place?" I ask. "The sick home." A man walks in, dressed as a physician. He touches my face and my neck. He has his eyes fixed on me, but turns to face Octavier. "Have you told her?" She shakes her head, comes close to me, gently holding my fingers, but does not speak. I’m trying to read through her, I want to know what she has to say. “Tell me, what is it you have to say?” “Actually….” She wants to speak, but goes mute. What is hard to say? "Emi," she finally starts, taking a deep breath. "He told me you are pregnant.”