In Between The Alphas
Chapter 103

Logan didn't utter a word on the drive home. He just clenched his fist around the steering wheel until it turned white. Once we got home, he pretended like the conversation never happened.

We made dinner together because I was craving pasta and he sat with me while we watched a movie. Well, I watched the movie while a million thoughts ran through his head.

That night, I had another nightmare. It put Logan on edge more than he already was. I couldn't go back to sleep so neither did he.

He held me in his arms while he ran a comforting hand through my hair, effectively taking it out of his ponytail then down my back. I peered up at him through my lashes and although he was looking at me; a million thoughts ran through his features. "What's going on?" I reached up and brushed my fingers across his temple, "It seems pretty busy in here. Do you care to share?"

He gave me a small smile that didn't reach his eyes, "I don't even know what I'm thinking about."

"You'll give yourself a migraine."

"Werewolves don't get sick."

I sighed then got an idea, "Come with me." I pulled myself out of bed and pulled him with me.

He looked at me in confusion but I didn't give him the chance to ask as I pulled him into the kitchen.

"What are we doing here?"

"We're making brownies."

"If you want brownies I can make them."

"I want to make it," I cut him off, "I need to make sure I'm not slacking off." He put up his hands in mock surrender and we got to work.

He was still on edge but relaxed after a while and I had fun baking with him. I may have eaten like half of the batter but that's not the point.

We had just put the brownies in the oven when his phone rang. He answered it and the smile that I worked hard to put on his face dimmed.

He stayed quiet while the person spoke before finally saying, "I'll get ready."

"What's wrong?" I asked as he hung up the call.

"Something urgent came up; Greg is on his way with Diana. She'll keep you company."

He turned around and made his way up the stairs. I waited until he had disappeared before I pressed the heel of my palm to my eyes and forced the tears back.

"The calvary has arrived." Diana said as a way of greeting, "Something smells good in here- excluding you of course."

She made her way into the kitchen and grabbed a brownie from the tray and stuffed it into her mouth.

"You look tired." Greg offered and I gave him a smile.

"It's called pregnancy; you should try it out sometime." I quipped.

He opened his mouth to retort but Logan's presence filled the room. Greg just gave me a look that said 'this isn't over.

"Where are you going?" I asked the question that has been plaguing me since the phone call.

"There's an emergency at the pack house," his explanation was vague, "I'll be back soon." I knew better than to push so I just sighed and nodded.

He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, "I'll be back."

"I know."

Greg gave me a mock two fingered salute and they were off.

"What's up with Logan?" Diana asked snapping me out of my reverie.

"I need your help." I ignored her question.

"Say the word and it's done."

"Are they keeping Hunter in the dungeons?"

Shock filled her features but she nodded and I gave her a shaky smile.

"I just want to say that I do not approve of this idea." Diana said as she parked the car next to the dungeons.

"Weren't you the one who advised me to sneak off and see Jake a few months ago?"

"Jake is not a murderous and kidnapping psychopath." She whisper yelled, "I don't want you to see Hunter."

"Yet here you are with me."

"Logan would kill me if I let you go alone."

"Well then let's go inside."

We made our way into the dungeons and I could see the barely concealed surprise on the guards faces. I stopped in front of the same door leading to the cell Jake once occupied. The guard in front of the door looked shocked to see me. "Luna," he bowed, "The Alpha didn't inform us you were coming."

"It was a last minute decision."

"I-," he stammered, "Should I call him?"

"He doesn't need to be bothered with the mundane details of your job." I forced venom into my tone.

"I wouldn't want-,"

"Why am I still standing here?" I cut him off, "Open the door and do whatever you must after."

"Yes Luna." He opened the door and I pulled a gaping Diana in after me.

There were three guards in the room and they all stood up once they saw me.

"I need everyone out," when they didn't move I reduced my voice to a cold whisper, "Did I stutter? Get out, now."

They rushed out and I waited until the door was shut before I let out a sigh.

"Girl, that was insane," Diana laughed, "You totally have the authoritarian tone down to a pat."

"I wasn't sure that would work." I whispered, "I was pretty sure they would call Logan and spoil the plan."

"I see you're getting better at lying to people." I inhaled sharply when I heard that voice and fought to shove the memories down into the recesses of my mind.

I looked everywhere but into the cage in the centre of the room. I stared at the chairs where the guards sat and even at the metal window high above the ground.

"You won't even look at me, Charlotte; after all we've been through." Those words forced my eyes into the cage and Hunter gave me a wide smile complete with his yellowing teeth, "I was wondering when you would come to see me."

I took in his wounded features as he lay on the floor clutching his side. His hair was matted with blood and blood lay crusted on almost every corner of his face. His eyes were swollen and his nose looks like it was broken more than once.

His leg was turned in an awkward angle and blood seemed to be pouring from the side he was holding so I'm assuming it's a fresh wound.

I also heard the distinct buzz of a fly somewhere around and it made me feel a bit better to see that he is suffering more than I did. "Hello Hunter."

"You look good; although I have to say that I prefer you in white or red." Shudders wracked through my body at the memory and he let out a hearty laugh. "Tell me Charlotte, do you still have scars?"

"You don't have to do this." Diana whispered to me but I ignored her.

"You're one to talk," I told Hunter, "Last time I saw you, you were parading around in your expensive shirts and now look at you. You're in a cell, you haven't had a proper bath in a while, you smell like a dump and your face isn't even recognizable. Are those whipping marks? How the mighty have fallen."

His features turned into a snarl and I forced a sickly sweet smile on my face.

"I didn't come here to argue with you," I said finally.

"Then why are you here?" he asked, "I can only assume your mate doesn't know you're here. I wonder how he will react when he finally sees you for the lying bitch that you are."

"I have a question Hunter, answer it and I'll be out of your hair."

"What makes you think I'll give you an honest answer?"

"I'll just say that I'm fairly confident."

"You won't be when she comes," he whispered, "I remember how you screamed the last time you saw her. Tell me; do you miss her?"

"Miss who?" I ignored his taunt, "Who are you talking about?"

He stared at me for a second before laughing. He winced mid laugh and clutched his side. "The bitch wiped your memory," he smiled with glee, "This is going to be so much more fun." "What the hell are you talking about?"

The door flew open and a fuming Logan escorted by a stoic but equally angry Greg burst in.

"I think you've been caught, Charlotte." Hunter taunted.

Logan walked up to me and pulled me to his side, "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I'm sorry; I-," I began but he cut me off.

"We'll handle this at home."

He led me to the door and I was just about to cross the threshold when Hunter spoke.

"With your memories you had no chance of beating her but without them," he paused for dramatic effect, "It's like trying to catch the wind in your hands; you're bound to fail."