In Between The Alphas
Chapter 90

JAKE'S

P.O.V

Logan is a possessive bastard, I always knew that but this is a whole other level of possessive that I have ever seen.

I found Charlotte slumped on the floor in the middle of a ring of chalk. As soon as I saw her I had to let Logan know and I picked her up slowly- but no matter how careful I was, I was still handling the wounds on her back. She must have been knocked out or drugged because she didn't even flinch.

As soon as Logan saw us he took her from my arms and that was it. I have never seen his emotions so visibly on display. There was pain, anger, disbelief, relief and love shining through his eyes as he held her. Everyone had the common sense to give them a car to themselves and I was the designated driver.

But that wasn't where the real problem began, the real problem began when we got on the plane. I had asked our pack doctor to go with us but Logan wouldn't release his grip on Charlotte long enough for her to be checked. He went into the bedroom at the back of the plane and I followed behind him.

"She needs to get looked over." I whispered to him, "You can stay with her but you need to put her down."

"I feel like she will disappear again if I let her go." I was shocked by his admission. Logan is always so cool and level headed in front of everyone- as his friend, I have seen some very vulnerable sides of him but this- this is something else. "She's going to be right next to you." I assured him, "She just needs to be looked over so her wounds don't get infected."

When the word 'wounds' left my mouth his entire expression grew dark, "I will kill him slowly."

"And I will stand beside you and watch."

He exhaled deeply and nodded then softly lay her on the bed, "Get the doctor before I change my mind."

I muttered a quick thank you to the moon goddess for that little victory.

I waited until Charlotte was safely hooked up to all the machines in the hospital before telling Diana and Greg that we were back. I want Logan to get all the time he needs with her and it's also pretty late- 7 p.m to be exact

Half an hour later, Diana rushed into the hospital wearing a silk robe over a pair of sweatpants and a camisole. Greg walked in after her also in sweatpants and a plain tee. I can see his black hair peeking out at his roots and I know he will dye the hair all white once he notices it.

"She's really here," Diana said and I nodded. She let out a relived sigh as tears welled up in her eyes, "How does she look?"

"She's really here," Diana said and I nodded. She let out a relived sigh as tears welled up in her eyes, "How does she look?"

"She lost a lot of weight and her back is completely torn up."

Tears started streaming down her face and she turned so she could cry into Greg's chest. I saw his expressionless mask crack for a split second as he pulled her closer to him.

"Logan is with her, right?" Greg asked and I nodded

"He's not going to let her out of his sight."

"Can we see her?" Diana asked lifting her face for a brief second, "Or should we just give them some time?"

I've been thinking about it too so I glanced over at Greg who just shrugged.

"Maybe we should go in." I said finally.

I led them over to her room and Diana took a sharp breath when she saw Charlotte lying on the bed.

She was lying on her stomach because of the intensive damage done to her back. I'm glad they didn't see it before it was bandaged up. There was a lot of wolf's bane in her system as well so she is hooked up to an IV. Honestly, she has seen better days. Logan barely even glanced up when we walked in. He held Charlotte's hand in his and stroked her hair with his fingertips.

"You can come closer if you like," that was all the confirmation Diana needed from Logan before she ran over to Charlotte's other side.

"What happened to her?" I sometimes forget that Diana didn't watch those videos with us. They're burned into my memory, "How could someone be so cruel?"

She lifted her hand to touch Charlotte but when she saw Logan stiffen she quickly pulled her hand back into her lap.

"When will she wake up?" she asked instead.

"We don't know," I responded because I knew Logan wouldn't, "The doctors don't know what was used to knock her or what quantity out so we can't be sure when she is going to wake up."

"Does that mean that there is-,"

"Don't," Logan warned in a detached voice, "Don't finish that sentence."

Greg gestured for Diana to come to him and she did after a moment of hesitation, "Charlotte is exactly where she should be right now." He said, "Let's go home."

She looked like she wanted to protest but Greg gave her a look so she sighed.

"Are you going home?" I asked Logan but he shook his head.

"I'm not leaving here without her."

I knew it was useless to protest so I nodded and left the hospital. If I stay, I would only be a nuisance to Logan and right now- he needs his sanity and peace of mind. LOGAN'S P.O.V

Seeing her like that in Jake's arms broke something in me. Charlotte has always been fragile and needing of protection but seeing her look almost lifeless with the bruise on her cheek and feeling the bumps and ridges of her scars under my arms- it took every ounce of self control I possessed to not flip out and kill Hunter right there.

I didn't want to let go of her. It felt like a dream- it still feels like a dream. I fear that if I blink too long or let go of her then she will disappear in a puff of smoke and I won't be able to get her back.

I'm careful not to touch her back because the doctors don't know the full extent of her injuries yet. They plan to take a blood sample from her tomorrow morning so they can run some tests, they couldn't do that with all the wolf's bane in her system.

My eyes unwillingly flickered to her wrists that were bandaged. Spending so long in those silver chains had burnt the skin there. I suppressed a violent shiver as I ran my fingers softly over the wraps.

"I will hurt him for what he did to you," I promised her, "For every single thing you endured I promise that he will suffer a thousand fold."

"Just wake up, please; I can't do this without you."

She lay unresponsive under my palm- her skin didn't heat up. It still felt the same way- cold and lifeless.

I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and leaned back against the uncomfortable arm chair- this will be a long night.

*****

I must have dozed off because a loud beeping sound jerked me from my sleep. My eyes immediately sought out Charlotte who was lying on the bed breathing heavily.

"I'm right here baby," I told her softly, "Just wake up and look at me."

The beeping grew louder before all of a sudden- it stabled.

I kept a wary eye on her and reached out to stroke her skin softly, "Charlotte,"

On hearing her name, her eyes flew open.