He lays me down gently on his bed and places a small kiss on my forehead, then he turns and walks away out of his room without uttering a single word.
“What the hell just happened?” I ask myself quietly.
Logan’s POV
Left punch...
"She knows I’m a werewolf."
Right punch...
"I told her she’s my mate."
Left punch, kick...
"I almost marked Alexia, without her consent."
Right punch, kick...
"She almost left me."
Left punch, kick...
"She stayed."
Talking to no one but myself I grab onto the punching bag and try to control my breathing. I’ve been down here for two hours. Two whole hours since I left Alexia on my bed and walked out of my room. I put someone on guard just outside, I don’t mean her to be a prisoner, if she wants to leave she can, but I want to know about it, and make damn sure that she changes her mind.
She hasn’t left. Hasn’t even opened the door. I just needed to calm the hell down. When she tried to leave, I knew that was my one shot at getting her to change her mind. If she had left, I have no doubt that she would’ve never come back to me. I know she feels some of the effects of the bond, but I don’t know if that’s the only reason she stayed. Honestly though, I don’t care what the reason was, I’m just grateful she did.
The wolf side of me just wants to mark her, so that she and everyone else will know that she is mine. I’m fairly certain Alexia isn’t going to like that, hence why I’ve been in the gym for the past two hours. She drives me insane but in a way that would have me smiling and dancing all the way to the psych ward. I’ve never felt this way, never wanted to just breathe the same air as someone before and now I know that she isn’t completely repulsed by me, by what I am, I want to be with her even more.
Because now I know.
She wants to be with me too. Not him. Not O'Connor. If that were the case she would have left while I was getting changed right after I shifted in front of her.
That thought alone is enough to let me cool off and I go take a shower, then head back up to my mate.
My mate.
For the first time I can actually see the two of us working out. We could do this. I just need to remember to keep my big mouth shut about things like pack members being prepared to die for her. Yeah I definitely should not mention that again.
I reach the corridor and see the guard still standing by the door, he stands up a little straighter as I approach him and bows his head slightly. I release him from his position and hesitate outside my door. I know she’s there and as ridiculous as it is to admit, I’m afraid.
I’m afraid of screwing up the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’ve already hurt her so much; I know this is my last chance of making this work. She's given me so many already. I have full confidence in my ability to lead a pack full of werewolves, but I have no confidence in leading and keeping one tiny human female.
I open the door slowly and as quietly as I can. I can tell by her breathing without even needing to look at her that she is asleep.
I consider taking the couch, but right now I just need to be as close as possible so I just take off my t-shirt and I lay on the bed next to her without touching her. I’m not too sure how cool she would be with me sharing her bed just yet. I didn’t need to worry however when she turns in her sleep and snuggles into my side and drapes her arm over my chest. I smile to myself. Even her subconscious knows where she is safe, knows where she belongs.
I close my eyes and drift off to sleep while the sun is just starting to rise on a new day. I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to sleep by self again.
Alexia’s POV
Why is it so hot in my room? Why is my blanket so heavy? Why do I feel like a truck hit me?
Oh wait....
Ice cream, text, deer, crash. Yeah now I remember.
Logan... wolves...werewolves.
Oh dear lord, it wasn’t a dream.
It was real.
Why is my pillow so hard? My fingers start moving of their own accord and keep going up and down the pillow. It feels nice; it’s so smooth, like silk. I close my eyes tighter not wanting to wake up yet and face the reality of what my day will be. Plus I am extremely comfy in this bed...
That belongs to Logan...
My fingers suddenly stop moving as realisation hits and my pillow starts chuckling at me.
“Good morning beautiful.” His voice is the best thing I have ever heard in the morning and I can't yet bring my self to move. I know my face will be bright red from embarrassment of my lying all over him. Please God don’t let me
