In Between The Alphas
Chapter 101

"Charlotte," hearing my name pulled me out of the troughs of my dream.

I blinked repeatedly to get used to the light and saw Logan looking at me with concern all over his features. I pushed past him into the bathroom and bent over the toilet bowl to heave out yesterday's dinner.

Logan immediately gathered my hair into a makeshift ponytail with his hand while the other rubbed my back in a comforting manner as he muttered words of encouragement in my ears. When I was done dry heaving, he let go of me and I rushed to the sink to brush my teeth.

He waited until I was done and seated on the bed before he crouched down to my height. I didn't want him to ask anything so I spoke first, "What time is it?"

"It's a little after midnight."

"I guess I should try to get back to sleep." I began but he cut me off.

"What happened?" I didn't answer immediately so he cupped my cheek and made me look at him, "Talk to me; what happened?"

"Don't worry about it." I tried to give him a smile but it came out looking more like a grimace.

"Don't tell me not to worry when you're screaming in your sleep." His voice was so cold that I winced. He ran a hand through his curls and continued in a softer tone, "Tell me what happened."

"I dreamt about the body." I admitted and he cursed, "It's not your fault."

"I should have never let you see that."

I decided to change the subject because I know he won't listen to me no matter how many times I try to tell him that it isn't his fault. "There's something else."

Immediately the words left my mouth, his head snapped up to mine and he held my stare in an almost piercing gaze.

"What is it?" he asked finally.

"I'm not sure," I began slowly; "It was confusing; I kept on seeing flashes of purple and blood; a pale hand and long nails. I don't know what it means or who it is."

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration before sighing, "We'll figure it out." I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off with a short kiss to my temple, "Go back to bed; don't worry about it." "Aren't you coming to bed too?" I asked but he shook his head.

"Not right now," he told me, "I'll be there soon; I promise." He made sure I was perfectly tucked in and left a lingering kiss on my forehead.

"Where are you going?" I asked finally.

"I just need to think." he hesitated before saying 'think' and I wonder if that is his first word choice, "Don't worry about me."

"Don't tell me not to worry when you're acting weird."

He cracked a smile at my play on his earlier words, "I promise I'll be back in bed before 1."

"I'm going to wait up for you."

"Don't," it was one word, but it held so much command and authority, "Just trust me."

I bit down on my retort and chose to nod instead. He kissed me once more and slipped out of the room; leaving me with my thoughts and the remnants of my dream.

I don't know when Logan came back to bed but by 6 a.m. when I woke up; he was already dressed for the day.

"You should have woken me up." I mumbled and his eyes snapped to mine.

"You need to rest." He shrugged, "I'll get breakfast while you get ready."

He didn't even give me a chance to protest before he left the room. I knew better than to argue at that point so I did as he asked and went in to freshen up.

I was in the middle of exfoliating my skin when I noticed an unusual perfume bottle on the vanity. Did Logan put this here? Just as the thought came, the door opened and Logan walked in with a tray in his hands. "Did you get this?" I asked and he immediately put the tray down to see what I was talking about.

"I didn't." he answered, "I saw it this morning and thought it was yours." I picked it up and he cursed, "Don't touch things that you don't know."

He moved to snatch it from my grip when I noticed a tiny folded note where the perfume bottle lay. I let him take the bottle from me and I picked up the note. It had only 4 words on it.

Hide your scent.

A.

"Relax," I said finally, "It's from her."

He sighed in relief before turning to me, "You shouldn't pick things up if you don't know where they came from."

"It was in our house." I argued.

"Sven was killed in our pack." I flinched at his tone and he exhaled deeply, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you. You just can't keep doing things like this; it's almost like you have no regard for your life." "That's not true."

"You speak to witches without wondering what the consequences are; you act first and think later." He listed them off his hand, "What if it wasn't from her?"

"I didn't think about that."

"I can't find you like we found him." His voice cracked at the end, "You have to think about your safety."

"I'm sorry." I mumbled as tears gathered beneath my lids, "I didn't mean to be so stupid."

"F**k," he muttered as he pulled me into a crushing hug, "You're not being stupid; I'm just worried about you." I sniffled and tried to keep the tears at bay, "Will food make you feel better?"

I nodded and he chuckled softly then pulled back so I could sit cross legged on the bed. He returned with the tray and froze- his eyes lingering on my legs and that was when I realized I was in a robe. When I sat, the robe parted and now my entire thigh is on display.

He shook himself out of the daze and gave me a smile before placing the tray on my lap. On it lay a bowl of porridge with sliced bananas and berries on top, a smoothie that smelled suspiciously of mango but has a weird green color.

"Do I want to know what's in this?" I asked as I gestured towards the smoothie and he shook his head, "Well ignorance is bliss."

"It's supposed to help with the morning sickness." He began, "At least that's what I read."

"You read up on this?"

"Well, yeah," his cheeks stained pink, "I had to know what I should and should not give you."

"This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me." he smiled at my words and I took a spoonful of porridge, "This is really good by the way."

"It was either this or pancakes," I grimaced at the mention of pancakes. "You're not feeling it today, are you?"

"Not really," I forced a smile.

"It's a good thing I went with porridge then." He chuckled, "On second thought, I should probably just ask what you feel like eating every morning."

"I'll probably be too indecisive to answer."

He ran a finger across my cheek before rising to his feet, "I'll be back; you finish up."

Logan left and returned just as I threw on one of his large sweatshirts.

"I hope you don't mind," I gestured to it and he shook his head, "It's a lot comfier than mine; and it smells like you."

He walked over to me until he was practically hugging me from behind, "It looks good on you; and I like you smelling like me." he placed a kiss on my temple, "Are you done?"

"I just have to put the perfume that she left." I reached out but his hand curled around my bicep.

"Just," he trailed off, "Just let me smell you like this for a minute."

He buried his face into my neck and I was left frozen in shock. He placed one of his hands on my waist while the other splayed over my stomach in a warm but possessive grip.

"I didn't know my scent mattered this much," I began and he scoffed, "I thought you wanted me to hide it."

"I want you to hide it because I want you safe," he began, "But that doesn't stop me from wanting to be able to smell my kid in you."

"So, you like it."

"I f*****g love it." He took one last long inhale before stepping back, "Do it before I change my mind."

I gingerly picked up the bottle and quickly sprayed it twice, "How do I smell?"

"Just like you," his brows were furrowed, "No baby scent whatsoever."

"That's weird; I thought it would hide my scent completely."

"If she hid it completely then people would know that we were hiding something." he hummed, "She's smart, I'll give her that."

"You just don't want to like her."

"She's a witch; I'm not supposed to like her."

"I think you do." I teased and he smiled at me.

He opened his mouth to speak but almost immediately he froze and his eyes glazed over. It stayed that way for a full minute before he blinked it off. "What's wrong?" I asked and he swallowed before responding.

"We're needed at the pack house."