Morning of restlessness

Logan woke up with sweat beaded to his forehead. He looked around his room in an awfully confused state as he tried to track his bearings, but all he got in response was a striking pain from his almost comatose brain.  

His animalistic senses were suddenly aware and on edge as he straightened his back on the bed.  

The soft beam of light that escaped through the crevices of his window was now casting directly on his bed, which indicated he was late. He was late.  

"Shit!" He muttered under his breath as he got up from his position. He shouldn’t have followed his desires. 

The combat between him and the other kingdoms' Beta is today, and he didn’t even like the idea of disappointing his pack.  

He attempted to stand up so that he would shortly clear up and move to the combat ground. He was late for his morning training, and the time for it has long passed. His head was still hazy and pounds from the liquor he had taken the other night. 

He is very much lightheaded, making him wonder why he was reacting to the liquor this much. 

All his attempts to stand up were to no avail. He sighed, the more he wasted his time trying to stand up, the more time he lost. 

“Guard!” He screamed at the pitch of his voice but it croaked. A human guard who was assigned to be a bodyguard to the Beta and guard him hurriedly makes his way inside the room. 

The guard bowed. “I am here, my master.” The guard answered. He ordered the guard to help him to the bathroom. Logan winced due to the pain that reverberated through his body as the guard walked him to the bathroom. 

He dismissed the guard. He knew for sure, he will have his strength back after getting a hot steamy bath, not that he is used to being weak that way, but there is no way a hot bath wouldn’t help him. 

Finally, he was feeling a little better than the time he made his first attempt to stand up. With a hand holding the shower glass, he used the other one to wrap a towel around his waist and one on his shoulders. 

He took slow strides back to the room. His room is the real definition of dark and simple. On the wall, hung a portrait which is believed to be the portrait of the Goddess of his parents and also the world. 

Logan never believed in things like that but his mother was more than determined to have him keep the portrait. “Go with it, for it will keep you safe one day.” She had informed him. 

On his bed was the combat attire he was meant to wear. The guard had everything sorted out while he was in the bathroom. He smiled, he wondered why some of the weak humans in the town stayed committed to the werewolves. 

Someone had said it was for protection against other creatures but he believes there is more to that. Keeping his thoughts aside, he got dressed in the attire. 

A subtle knock came on the door and the person at the door entered without waiting for a response. An enthusiastic Cynthia made her way to him. 

“Finally, you are ready.” She said, tentatively. She must be nervous about the combat, he thought.  

Logan released a grin. Damn, she was dressed way too flimsy for him to see and go without thinking of groping what was under. He approached her and gave a rough kiss on the lips. 

His hands made their way to her waist. She had a figure of that of a striking model, and could easily be one with the female humans if she desires to. 

She’s got flawless light-brown skin, a clear face with absolutely no imperfections, cat-eyed shaped gray eyes, and long lashes that are not store-bought. She is the perfect height for modeling too, but a little thicker than those toothpicks like girls on the runway.  

He had never seen her wear the same outfit twice, she made sure she never. Logan admires Cynthia more than any other woman in his life. Why? -because she is the definition of perfection and would definitely make a great Luna one day. 

“Yes. The liquor from yesterday night was quite strong for me, I still feel weak.” He admitted. 

He felt so weak that he was practically holding her for support. A smile covered the pain that was radiating through his body. 

She patted his dark black hair. “It will wear out baby.” She uttered, dragging him out of the room.  

“I am yet to have my breakfast and I can’t fight on my empty stomach.” He told her. 

He is still dizzy which made him say that he will be okay after eating. “Such a boy!” She joked as she led him to the dining area that was adjoined to the kitchen. 

Cynthia ordered the maids to arrange the food trays on the dining table for him. He was the only one in the house that was yet to have breakfast. 

“Thank you.” He smiled at the woman that had served him. She was old enough to be his junior sister and he liked the way she was, so naive and obedient. She was his personal maid.  

She would always meet him for fighting lessons on days that he was less busy. “I want to learn how to fight so that I can protect myself and you.” He remembered her words.  

He had laughed at her after, till he heard the news of young girls being targets of sick predators. He decided to teach her how to fight for her life, but even his mate, Cynthia, was against it. 

“I don’t understand why you associate yourself with lowlifes and also the humans. Can’t you see the fact that we are stronger than them?” She had told him when he informed her of his wish to teach the young girl and a few of her siblings that are of age. 

“Enjoy your meal master.” The girl said, taking the trays back to the kitchen after she was done putting the plates on the table. Unlike every day, she didn’t smile back at him. Rather, she hurriedly left the area. 

He didn’t know why but he would find out after the combat...