Emi's Mates

3| Logan shows up

Emi's POV

I'm at the main area of the party, and Gerald has returned to Roshan's side, but his gaze is not leaving me.

"Emi." Octavier calls me.

I jolt, turning to look at her.

"Are you okay?" She traces my gaze to Gerald, but can't tell why my eyes are on him.

"Yes... I have to tell you," I say.

One of the burning torches that brightens up the field is close to her, and she has to move away from it.

"Tell me." She touches my jaws. "Is it about Gerald? What about him?"

"He came to me, and now, I find him to be my second mate."

She gasps, looking at Gerald and me. It doesn't make sense. The pain I'm going through is not yet resolved, and I have found another mate?

"Come." She gestures to me. "We should talk somewhere else."

She doesn't want Gerald to get the hint that he is our topic.

We go to sit at the bench that fast far off from Gerald’s sight. I know for sure that she was going to pour out her emotions to me.

"It's early," she says. "But I can't go against the bond. I have no experience in it, but do you trust Gerald?"

Speaking about trust, I can't speak of it. It always comes with a sudden urge that is not controlled. That is how it just happened to me. Trust is in fact off the line.

"I don't know... But the urge is strong. I can't deny it."

"Oh... Yeah. I understand."

She lets another three minutes pass without saying anything, and I do not speak. She has called for the conversation. Actually, I have nothing to say.

"The issue of your pregnancy is looming closer, what is going to be about it?"

"I don't know."

She sighs. "Do you intend to tell Gerald about it?"

That cannot happen, not now. My belly has not grown out, so I think I still have time to keep it a secret. Roshan and Gerald do not have to know.

"The pack prohibits that I'm pregnant, so I can't say that."

"You have to be careful.... Do you intend on pinning it on Gerald?" She asks with raised eyebrows.

She gets me thinking. The thought of that has not crossed my mind, but for her to say it, It's like an idea.

"It's just two months... What if I do that? I can rush the marking process. He just had s*x with me."

She stares at me as if to read through my soul. "Emi... You are different from the person I know. He had s*x with you?"

I nod about two times.

"It's the same mistake you made with Logan. Why did you let him?" She moves closer to me, holding my fingers. "I don't think you're okay."

"The feeling overwhelmed us... I let him pull my pants." I shrug.

"But it's against the marking process... It was–“

"Gerald is coming." I quickly inform her.

He walks to where we are like he has been looking for me. Just a few minutes ago, he made me feel renewed. The mating bond has taken over us.

"Mate." He calls me with a smile. "Your father wants to see us both. I have told him about us."

My heart skips. So soon?

He kisses me on my lips. "I want us to start the marking process. There's no need for us to delay it."

Octavier just stares at us. She can't interfere in our conversation.

His hand is around my waist, gently walking me to where Roshan is sitting.

"I want us to go right into the process. I want it by morning,” he says to Roshan.

Roshan doesn't answer at first. I hear him take a deep breath. The expression on his face has changed. He keeps looking at me as if to pass a message.

"Is that not too soon? I was thinking next month would be ideal."

"No."

Gerald sips wine from one of the glasses on the table. All I hear is Roshan's loud breathing. He has stopped drinking, and the smile on his face has become absent.

"You can easily plan for it," Gerald says. "It's not hard to plan."

"Okay," Roshan replies. "But Emi... Are you okay with this arrangement?"

It's the first time he is asking for my opinion.

"She is perfect with it," Gerald says, and I just nod.

He is not ready for further discussion, but Roshan has to put up with him. It wasn't so with Logan.

"Thank you." He raises his glass.

Andrea comes to where we are, and her eyes on us seem to pass so many messages to me. I try to avoid her gaze.

"Emi, I need you for a second," she calls me out.

I follow her a few steps away, and I notice her teeth are clenched.

"What is he to you?"

"My mate."

She gives me a look, and her eyes focus on my dress, trying to see through it to know how grown my belly is. "Did you tell him you're pregnant?"

"No."

She does not press further. It's kind of her idea of what I intend to do, but she does not want to say it. She lets go of my arm.

"Be careful," she says. Her eyes pass a silent message.

I leave her side.

On getting to the party, I notice some familiar faces I have seen in the Greymoon pack, Logan’s pack. These faces... I saw them at the supposed marking ceremony, but why are they here?

None of them are looking at me, and I want to meet Gerald, or maybe inform Roshan about them, but is it really necessary? Maybe I'm overthinking it.

Octavier comes to me. "We have to talk."

Her voice is stern, too stern for a simple discussion. I know she wants to vent all her quiet thoughts on me.

"Okay... Go on."

"It's about Gerald... There's so much you need to know about him."

I have heard many things about him, but I don't want to think about them. I see him as my mate, and I don't want anything to stop our bond.

I think the werewolf instinct is messing with me, and I can't think about all angles, but I don't mind.

"He has many mistresses."

She expects a reaction from me, but my hands are just crossed. I do not show any expression.

"Do you hear me?" She calls for my attention. She feels I did not hear her.

"Yes. He has many mistresses. I heard there are about six of them."

"You know about them? And you want to go ahead with the marking process?"

"Yes."

She touches my upper arms. I see her eyes gathering up tears. I do not believe it at first, but it's real. She cleans it off.

"You need care... You need everything you can get. It's not worth it for you to settle for less–“

The sudden urge to throw up makes me run from her side till I go out of her sight. I throw up, and I'm breathing weakly.

"Emi."

This voice… It sounds familiar, like the voice of someone so close to me. It gives me a sense of fear, and I turn backwards to see who it is, but find no one.

“Emi.” The person calls again.

It's strange, as if someone is holding my feet to the ground, and I'm not moving an inch. But wait… I think I know who it is, but how possible is it?

I feel a touch on my right shoulder, and I jolt, flinging my hand, and making a slight turn.

“Lo… Logan?”

He takes another step closer to me. “Yes… It's me.”