In Between The Alphas
Chapter 107

There was a sharp pounding in my skull and a soft hand caressing my curls in steady strokes. I let out a small groan as I forced my eyes open.

Logan was leaning over me with a soft expression on his face. His hand in my hair stilled as I stared at him. His expression alternated between anger, fierce protectiveness and worry.

I took in my surroundings and realized I was in our room- well, what used to be our room anyways. The chairs were turned over and I can see glass shards at the door of the bathroom. Wood splinters were sticking out of the door and the curtains had been ripped off and somehow replaced. Logan had the decency to look a little sheepish, "I'll fix the room; I promise."

"It's okay," I murmured with a wonky smile but he didn't return it, "Hey, what's wrong?"

I tried to sit up but he stopped me, "Don't; stay down."

"I'm fine, Logan." I told him as I sat up. His face showed that he didn't agree with me. "What happened?"

"You blacked out," he muttered, "I heard you and I ran in but you had already blacked out."

The door opened cutting both of us off. Greg walked in and whispered something into Logan's ears.

Logan's smile dimmed and he kissed my forehead before leaving the room.

"It was stupid of you to stay there alone," Greg began and I stopped myself from rolling my eyes.

"A normal person would ask how I am."

"A normal person wouldn't have asked us to leave while you stayed alone with that psychopath." He countered, "What were you thinking?"

"You didn't have to leave."

"Do you think I had a choice? Logan would give you the moon if he asked. As long as he was leaving; I had to as well." He scoffed, "he hates himself for leaving you."

"It was my choice to make him leave."

"He didn't seem to share that sentiment." There was a look on his face that had me worried.

"What's wrong?" he still didn't respond so I tried again, "What the hell is going on?"

"He killed Hunter."

I was taken aback by what he said, "What?"

"Logan caught you just before you hit the ground and Hunter laughed saying how he was done with you and the witch was going to have you." He shook his head, "Logan lost it and he ripped his heart out of his chest."

"He carried you back home with his bloody hands. He lost it again just after he put you down and ruined the room. It was only after that he got cleaned up."

"I didn't-," I stuttered, "What happens now?"

"I hope you got everything you needed from Hunter because you're not going to speak to him again." Greg said and I ran a hand through my hair in disbelief. "What the hell is that?"

I looked up at him with a confused expression but his eyes held anger. He walked over to me and grabbed my left hand before lifting it to his face.

Right in the center of my wrist was a huge bruise- almost like a brand. It was a dark shade of purple.

"Did he grab you?" Greg asked but I shook my head, "Then how did you get this?"

"I don't know."

"What did he do to you? How did you black out?"

"I don't know; he just spoke to me."

"What did he say?"

"I don't know; it wasn't in English."

"Can you just try to-"

"Stop!" I exclaimed finally with deep breaths, "I can't think; I just-,"

The door burst open and Logan rushed over to my side, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just-,"

He cut me off when he saw my hand in Greg's grip, "What the hell happened to you?"

"Can the both of you just calm down?" I huffed, "Hunter didn't grab me; I don't know how I got this."

I pulled my hand out of Greg's grip, "I'm fine but I'm hungry. Can I get off the bed long enough to make something to eat?"

Logan gave Greg a look that had him standing up and walking out of the room.

"It looks like the mark that Aubrey had." He said and I shrugged "What happened?" he asked and I sighed, "Cut the attitude."

I was taken aback by his words. Logan has never ever spoken to me like that before,

"What the hell happened back there?" he asked in a much softer tone this time.

"I don't know; I told you. He said something and I just blacked out. I was probably tired."

"You were tired all right," his tone held a little bit of anger, "You were completely drained and dehydrated when you got here. You were hooked up to an IV up until ten minutes ago." "I didn't-,"

"I knew it was a bad idea to take you there. I don't know why the f**k I even agreed to it in the first place."

"Logan," I began softly but he wasn't listening. I held his jaw and forced him to look at me, "I'm okay, I promise you."

"You were hurt."

"I'm not hurt right now," I tried for a positive tone but he just gave me a blank look. "I promise you that I am fine." "I was worried."

"I know," I murmured, "But you have nothing to worry about anymore." He still didn't look convinced so I sighed, "Kiss me." "What?"

"I'm tired and I want a kiss from my mate." He still looked confused, "I'd be more than happy to get it from someone else."

I was barely done with my sentence when he pressed his lips to mine in a bruising kiss. His fingers grabbed my curls at the nape of my neck and angled my head so he could kiss me better.

I pulled back to catch my breath and he stared at me with a look that can only be described as dark.

"Don't ever threaten to kiss someone else." He warned, "Do you understand?" I nodded.

He started to get up but I stopped him, "Are you just going to leave?"

"You need rest; you were hurt."

"I'm fine; I'm just-," I trailed off.

"What's wrong?"

How do I tell him that the last thing on my mind is me being hurt when all I can think about now is the kiss?

A knowing look crossed his features and I flushed pink from embarrassment.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," he assured me, "You're pregnant and your body has needs."

"That doesn't make me feel any better."

He cupped my face and kissed me softly. It was a direct contrast to how he kissed me the last time. One of his hands got tangled in my hair at the back of my neck while the other took a slow path down to my waist. He brushed a thumb over my tiny baby bump before pulling away from my lips and latching onto my neck.

He leaned over me until I was lying back against the pillow and settled himself between the junction of my thighs.

I let out a loud moan when he sucked the skin at my collar bone. He smirked against my skin and bit down on it. I smothered down a tiny scream.

"Don't hold back," he mumbled against my skin, "I want to hear you."

His hands found the top of my shirt and he pulled it up slowly until it was settled above my lace black bra.

He stare at me for over a full minute and I felt myself getting wetter with each second. He had a look in his eyes that can only be described as pure desire. He looked ready to devour me.

One of his hands pulled the cups of my bra down, exposing my peaked nipples to the world.

He leaned down and blew out a gust of air on them making me arch my back into him.

"Logan," I moaned, "Please."

He leaned down and grazed his teeth ever so softly on my nipple and I swear almost combusted right there.

His lips closed over the tip of my right breast, swirling his tongue around it and sucking it deep. I couldn't help the strangled sounds that fought to leave my throat.

His left hand trailed down to my sweatpants, wasting no time, he plunged one long, thick finger into me. A very loud moan escaped me and he stopped.

"I would bottle that sound up if I could," he murmured.

He fingers started to move in slow, languid strokes, he drew out my pleasure until I thought I was going mad.

"Please Logan," I didn't know what I was begging for. I just knew that I needed it soon.

"Tell me what you want."

"1-"

"Say it, or I won't give it to you."

"I want to cum," I yelled finally, "Please." He didn't say anything but his lips curled up into a smile.

His thumb found my clit and soon I was writhing beneath him as my o****m hit me like a freight train. He pulled his fingers out of me slowly.

"So pretty," he mused as he brought his fingers up to his lips and sucked them clean, "So sweet too."

I flushed pink and he leaned down to kiss me but froze.

"What's wrong?" I asked but he didn't respond. Instead, he righted my clothes and pulled me into a sitting position, "Logan, what's wrong?"

He turned to me with a slightly annoyed expression, "Your witch is here."