In Between The Alphas
Chapter 98

"Let me get this straight." Jake sat on our couch. "Aubrey is getting attacked because of you two."

We spent the last ten minutes explaining what is happening to them without mentioning their son of course.

"Why would someone attack her for helping you two?" Diana asked, "Hunter is- unavailable for the time being. So who could this be?"

"I think it might be the witch who was with him." I offered.

"That's plausible but we don't know she is." Diana reminded me, "How do we fight an enemy that we don't even know."

"I don't know but I hate this." I murmured, "Whoever it is has the advantage of surprise on their hands."

"And your witch doesn't know who it is?" she asked and I shook my head.

"She also said she won't be available for the next week so until then we're on our own."

"We'll figure it out." Jake said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "We just need to sleep over it."

"Yeah, you're probably right." Diana agreed, "I'll see you tomorrow I guess."

Logan walked them out while I made a cup of coffee for myself.

"This is the part where I tell you that coffee is bad for you." Logan spoke up from behind me.

"Its decaf," I told him, "And I think I deserve a cheat day after the day we just had."

"Fair enough," he agreed, "Can I have one too?"

I poured him a cup and handed it to him. We clinked our glasses before taking a sip.

"What is it?" he asked and I turned to him with a confused look, "You have that look you get when you want to say something that you know I won't like."

"I do not have a look like that."

"Yes you do," he said, "You start to glance at me out of the corner of your eyes and you have this super innocent look on your face."

I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of me and he stared at me with a small smile on his face.

"What is it?" he asked again.

I debated my response for a second before sighing, "IwanttoseeHunter." I peered at him from under my lashes and I saw that his mug had frozen half way to his mouth. "I'm sorry you're going to have to repeat that."

"I want to see Hunter."

He gently placed his mug on the counter before turning to face me, "No."

"You didn't even think about it."

"I don't need to." He said simply, "The only reason he's still alive is because I promised to make his death as slow and painful as possible and not so you can see him."

"He might have answers." I tried to reason

"I don't care."

"This gives déjà vu you know," I began, "I asked to see Jake once and you refused only to realize that we couldn't go forward unless I saw him."

"This is different."

"I don't really think so."

"Jake didn't rape you and send me videos. Jake didn't kidnap you and torture you for days." I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off, "Then you weren't officially my mate and then you weren't carrying our child." "I'm not asking for him to come close enough to hurt me but he might have answers."

"We'll find another way to get answers."

"The last time we had this kind of conversation I didn't speak to you for days." I know it's a low blow but I'm willing to try it.

"I'll take the silent treatment as long as it means you're safe. I can't do that again."

I put my coffee down and slowly made my way over to him. He kept his eyes locked on me and I took a good look at my mate.

"This isn't just about me seeing him is it?" he sighed but didn't respond, "I'm fine and I'm right here."

"You haven't spoken about what he did." Logan said suddenly, "You haven't said in detail what he did to you."

"I don't need to; you saw it."

"You haven't expressed how you feel about that yet."

"What's there to say? It's happened and I can't change it."

"That's my problem," he exclaimed, "You act like it's happened and you don't have a right to be upset when in actuality you should."

"We're digressing from the topic."

"No we're not; you're acting like it never happened."

"What do you want me to do?" I all but yelled, "You have no idea what it felt like being there. I remember every single thing that happened and I don't want to. I lived through that and I just want to forget and be with my mate but you won't even let me do that." "Charlotte, I'm sorry."

"You may have watched it but I lived it," I said softly, "And if I want to pretend like it never happened then I should be able to do so without you making me feel like shit about it."

He places his warm hands around my waist and pulled me into him so there was less than a hair's breadth between us. "That was never my intention Charlotte."

"I just want you to forget with me." I murmured and he exhaled deeply.

He lifted me so I sat on the counter and he stood between my thighs, "I'm sorry."

I couldn't help but thread my hand through his hair. It feels so good to have his soft strands beneath my fingertips.

"It's funny how we digressed so much," I decided to change the subject, "We started off talking about coffee and now we're talking about trauma."

The corner of his lips lifted in a soft smile, "I guess we're a chaotic duo."

I snorted at his words, "I'm the chaotic one; you're so prim and proper and always put together."

"Not true," he chuckled to himself, "I can be chaotic too."

"Yeah right; you never even have clothes lying around."

"Why would I have clothes lying around in my room when there's a closet specifically for them." he said, "besides I think you're messy enough for the both of us."

I hit his shoulder, "That's mean."

He chuckled and I let out a bark of laughter with a snort that made him laugh too. When I had calmed down from my wheezing he was staring at me with an indecipherable look on his face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, "Is there something on my face?" I reached up to wipe my face but he held my hand, effectively stopping me.

"I don't know what I love more," he began, "Your soft smiles or your loud laughs."

"Someone is being extra sweet to me today," I teased, "Is this to make me feel better for denying me?

"I missed you Charlotte," his voice was barely over a whisper, "So f*****g much. And I'm not going to relive those moments by letting you see him. You may be ready to let it go but I'm not; not now."

I didn't know how to respond to that so I just nodded. He gave me a smile that didn't reach his eyes and pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead.

"Why don't you kiss me?" I couldn't help but blurt out and he gave me a blank look, "Since I got back; you haven't tried to touch or even kiss me. At first I thought it was because you were disgusted by-."

He didn't let me finish, he cupped my cheeks and kissed me softly. He poured his every emotion into the kiss-: his frustration, anger, love and fear and I teared up from the intensity.

He didn't push me or anything; he just kissed me softly for a very long time. By the time he pulled away I had tears falling down my cheeks.

"I love you," he reminded me, "And I will never be disgusted by you. You're my little survivor and I'm so proud of you."

"I'm not little."

"Out of everything I said; that is what you heard."

I chuckled softly, "I love you too Logan; I don't think I would be able to handle all this without you here with me."

"I'll always be with you." I smiled and he took a step back to help me down from the counter. "What do you think about calling it a night early? I'm beat."

"I think you're a mind reader."