Chapter 7 : mom

Sloane

I signed the contract.

I was no longer just Sloane Moon. I belonged to the triplet Alphas of the Moonlight Pack. I was theirs to use. Their pet.

For the first time today, I left the comfort of the room and roamed the house. The plan was to learn every single part of this building in case I needed to run away.

Yes, that wasn't behind me either. I figured the only way to get them off my back was to do exactly what they wanted and, when they weren't expecting it, run away.

It was already painful that neither Mom nor Kris were answering my calls. So why not make myself comfortable now?

Logan, Dean, and Hunter were out on business today, and I was left alone. I watched the maids clean the whole house while I did nothing but eat and eat.

After several hours, Logan returned alone and walked into his room. When the maid wanted to bring in a fresh towel for him, I decided to go instead.

“Here, let me,” I said. “I can take it up for you.”

She smiled and handed me the fresh towels while I walked up to Logan's room, my heart beating faster by the second. The door was open and I walked right in. His room was a dark, deep red; the sheets were plain white with drapes a darkish red color. The king-sized bed and walk-in closet exuded nothing but wealth.

“Logan,” I called.

“In here,” he answered from the bathroom. I swallowed and walked into the bathroom.

He was sunk into a soapy bathtub, his chest exposed. The moment I walked in, my eyes locked onto him; instinctively, I trailed my gaze down his bare chest, taking note of the tattoo that started at his shoulder and ran to the end of his left arm.

His chest glistened from the soap as he rubbed his skin. I froze, standing immobile by the door, hands full of clean towels.

“Oh, hi. You can drop them here,” he said slowly.

I nodded, walked over to where he pointed, and dropped the towel. Don't look at him.

If I avoided his eyes, I could leave quickly.

“Turn around,” he said.

I swallowed and counted from one to five before I turned to face him.

I looked into his eyes — the same ones that were suddenly starting to charm me.

“Come closer,” he said. I took a deep breath and stepped two paces forward. My ragged breaths filled the room as my chest heaved.

His hands looped with mine, wet fingers touching my dry ones. I closed my eyes while I felt that electric pull.

Fuck.

“I can feel it too,” he said after a few silent beats.

“The electricity flowing through your veins and mine,” he whispered, and something inside me rumbled.

Why did I always react like this when he was near? Why was it so hard to avoid him?

I opened my eyes slowly, only to find him staring at me with the hunger of a starved man. I moved closer; my legs were so near the bathtub that I accidentally tumbled into the water, landing face-first on his chest.

“Ah!” I screamed as I fell in, but he caught me properly. I sat up, trying to stay still when I felt something hard poking me at my side.

“What is this?” I asked.

“What do you think?” He swallowed. “I'm a man. This is just the natural reaction a man has when a woman he likes is near him.”

“You… you like me?” I stuttered, blinking up at him.

“Isn't it obvious?” he said.

Didn't this feel wrong without the other brothers?

To me… it felt wrong, yet so good.

His palm touched my back, pushing me forward until we were almost flush. I could feel his breath on mine, skin to skin. I closed my eyes, hands trailing down to where his cock was hard.

I held it, watching him freeze from the contact. Slowly, my hands dropped to the base and up again to the head.

He hissed, gripping me tightly now. His hands trailed to the back of my neck as he held on. I moved forward, our lips almost touching, a few inches apart, when a knock sounded on the door.

“Logan,” a woman's voice called from behind the door.

“Mom? Shit,” he whispered.

Mom? What the fuck?

“Logan? Are you in there? I'm coming in.”

“Shit,” I cursed, looking for somewhere to hide. He pushed my head into the water, trying to submerge me.

Fuck, I could barely breathe.

Loud heels approached, filling the bathroom. Logan's mom walked in, I presumed, while he acted like I wasn't suffering underwater.

I'm not a mermaid, you know.

“Mom! I didn't know you'd be back so soon. How was Italy?”

“Boring, so I decided to surprise my boys. Where's Dean and Hunter?” she asked, her loud voice

reverberating through the walls.

She sounded chic, like a billionaire boss. But she did sound bossy as well.

“At work. I had to come back because I needed to relax.”

“Is that so?”

“What's wrong, Mom?” he asked, his voice pitched high.

Even without me watching, i could tell he was hiding something. The way he stuttered and asked unreasonable questions gave him away.

I squeezed his dick and he jolted. I pressed my face against his backside, breathing quickly before submerging my head again to hide.

“Something doesn't feel right. Why are you back home and not with your brothers? I don't believe you.”

“I told you, I needed some fresh air.”

“Or you have a girl with you in the shower.”

“That's ridiculous,” he tried to laugh off.

God, he can be so stupid.

“I know you, Logan. You're my son, and I know when you're lying.”

She walked closer to the tub. I tried to be quiet this time so she wouldn't realize I was under the water, but I could barely breathe. I needed air.