Logan

Logan

I didn’t sleep at all last night, but it wasn’t because I was longing for my mate but for the fact she will spend sometime in the present of that idiot, Ethan.

I’m up before the sun, showered, and dressed in clean jeans and a dark button-down collared shirt by the time the sun first cracks over the horizon.

My mate Ruby had to head out to the pack house so she and Mason and Ethan could go see his supposed new mate. I had driven he there and bid her goodbye.

I can’t stop thinking about her. I look at my hands, squeezing my fingers in and out of fists, knowing that they were on her body. They were on her gorgeous face. I can still taste the ripe sweetness of her mouth. The softness of her tongue.

I waited for her for what feels like hours, but it’s only been two hours since she left. She arrives at about three hours later and when I see her standing in front of my office, I race over to greet her.

“Hello,” she says shyly as she comes in. “Welcome back,” I say as my bear starts pac