Logan
I throw the phone on the bed and take my hands through my hair. Christ! What's happening to me? I don't understand myself. I don't even know what I am doing anymore. Having such a mate, I think, is some punishment from the moon goddess. I can't plead guilty because I know I am a sinner. I know that I have options, that I can reject her, and like Arya said, maybe I could get another chance at a new mate. Someone who will want me and is willing to adjust to who I am. I know that very well, but I can't risk losing Arya. I have waited for too long a time to lose her when I have just got her.
She may scream about how much she hates me but she doesn't protest when I touch her, and she doesn't stop me when I claim her mouth, because she wants me even though she denies it. I know it when her body gives her away when her breathing becomes erratic and when all the smell I can capture is her arousal screaming that I claim her.
I decide not to take her attitude seriously and walk into the bathroom. I couldn't stay at the hotel. I wanted to stay there with her, and if things went well, Mark her mine so that she becomes fully aware of whom she belongs to and from the entire world as well. There would be no playing about, no threats. She would be mine!
I walk out of the bedroom and meet Jordan on the way downstairs.
"I was just coming up to meet you," he says. "I saw your car outside and I had to come and check up on you."
"I know. I am surprised to be here too. It didn't go well with Arya, but it wasn't entirely a waste of time. She went back with a different perspective on me," I respond.
"That's a relief. Would you like anything?" he asks, trying to be the good beta he is.
"No, thank you, Jordan. I am going outside for a hunt. I will be back," I tell him and then walk past him to the door.
When in the woods, I strip bare and shift, letting my wolf run free, cool air blowing through it. I hadn't let him free for some days now, and a lot has happened. I run deeper into the woods, aiming more to ease my heavy thoughts than hunting. I run up the hill, sensing something fated to be my dinner tonight.
* * * *
It's been three days. Three goddamned days without seeing Arya and my wolf isn't taking it easy. I wonder how she is taking this. Is she fine? Does she miss me the way I do? I know her for being stubborn and confidently denying how she feels even when it is so obvious. My stubborn, Arya. I get up from my office chair and head for the window. I inhale some cool air, though I wouldn't entirely stand for fresh. That would be a coverup for the staleness of the city's air which is polluted with a lot of shit! I could be able to ignore the fact if my werewolf senses were not so sensitive. It's already dark outside and the city's blinding lights are already on. The day has ended and another life of the night has started. Some creatures cut across both day and night. Some are entirely dependent on the day, and their routine is almost nonexistent at night; these are the humans. Others are only dependent on the darkness; they come to life at night, the vampires. Above all, there are those whose life is active regardless; of whether it is day or night. It's the werewolves. We are on top of the chain. Nothing can limit us.
I check on the wall clock. Ten past Ten. I have been in the office all day. I am chasing after a business deal with these Italian tycoons who are more difficult than vampires. I am trying to make sure everything goes right because any mistake will be a step back and we are this close to finalizing.
I grab my jacket and pack some paperwork that I might want to work on while at home. Heading out of the office, I salute my workers who are working late and enter the elevator. I give a long sigh of exhaustion as the elevator goes down. God! I am so tired I can feel it in my loins.
I head out of the building and communicate with my driver through the mind link to prepare for my drive. That's an advantage of having my pack members around me when I work. They are easy to communicate with, they are agile and reliable.
In the car, I loosen my tie and try to stretch.
"Where to, alpha?" he inquires, driving into the traffic.
"Home," I respond, closing my eyes.
"Okay," he responds and gets busy with the wheel.
A ring of a phone brings me back to earth. I had slept off. Oh, it is my phone. I lazily pull it out of my pocket closing my eyes again. Who could be calling me at this hour? Must be Jordan. I press on the screen absent-mindedly and mumble a hallo.
"Hello, Logan?" a hasty female voice comes from the other side of the line. I jolt to a proper posture and check on the screen for the caller ID. Arya? I am now fully awake.
"Arya?"
"It's Penny. Um." There is a loud noise in the background.
"Where is Arya?" I ask impatiently.
"She's, um, very drunk. She, kinda, um... blacked out," she responds nervously.
"What?" I can't help yelling. Jade turns briefly to check if I am fine. I raise my hand to signal that he shouldn't mind me. "Where are you?"
"In a bar," she responds. I can hear her erratic breathing which makes me picture a horror scene where she is.
"Where is that bar?"
"Barry passage. Um. Martian Martini Club."
"Aright. I will be there in a second," I assure her and tell Jade the address. Is Arya alright? What if she is dead? No, she can't be or I would have felt it. Shit! I can't feel it unless I have marked her and made her completely mine. I should do it soon. A lot of thoughts cross my mind at the same time and I am in a total haze.