“She was?” I ask, a small smile pulling at my lips.
“Yeah,” he whispers, stroking my hair down my back. “Why didn’t you tell me what you are?”
I pull back with a sigh and tug at his hand, making him follow me to the sofa. Taking a seat, we position ourselves to face each other. With a deep breath, I nervously chew my bottom lip.
“None of that. If anyone is biting your lip, it’s me,” Logan says, reaching over and using his thumb to tug my lip free.
Butterflies dance around in my stomach and I smirk. “Do it, then.”
Logan’s eyes burn with desire, and he shakes his head. “Stop deflecting.”
“Fine. I was afraid that if I said anything, you would take off and never look back. You didn’t exactly take the idea of your own gift well.”
Ghost jumps onto the sofa and settles between us. She looks between the two of us and meows loudly. I reach out and stroke a hand over her head and she pushes her head into my hand for more.
“Before last night, I don’t think I would have believed you.” Logan grunts, running his hand over his head, making those arm muscles bulge. “I hate you kept this from me, but I understand why you did it.”
“I should have told you sooner, especially with Samuel,” I choke out, emotions sitting heavy on my chest. “He killed Ro’s dad.”
“What?” Logan sits up straight.
“Samuel, he fought me for the pack. He wanted me dead. The thought of living under the rule of a female had him erupting into a fit of rage. Somehow the police were called, and then Samuel . . . he killed Charlie. I wasn’t quick enough to stop it.” I heave in a breath as tears spill down my cheeks.
Logan scoots forward, Ghost jumping out of the way as Logan pulls me into his chest.
“Hey, it's okay,” he soothes, wrapping me up in his arms.
“I’m the reason Ro will grow up without a dad,” I cry.
“No. No, you're not. That’s on Samuel. Those girls are on Samuel. You did not make him do those things. He did them.” Logan pulls back and holds my head in a firm grip, stroking the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. “You heard me. Don’t take this burden on your shoulders. Trust me.”
I nod my head and sniffle. “You won’t leave me again?”
“Salena, Ineedyou. You make me happy, the happiest I’ve have been in a long fucking time. You chase away the darkness that threatens to pull me under every goddamn day. I knew I was screwed the moment your beautiful eyes locked on mine. I will be whatever you need me to be, because I won’t lose you again. I won’t walk away again.”
Wrapping his hand around my hair, he tugs me forward for another kiss, leaving me breathless. Logan growls and his hands slide down to grip the back of my thighs, lifting me off the sofa as he stands. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he spins, walking us toward the stairs, raining kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
“I need to tell you one more thing?” I groan softly.
“What is it, baby?” he murmurs, kissing along my collarbone.
“You’re my mate.”
He stops in the bedroom doorway, his eyes snapping to mine and lingering on me before a mischievous smirk graces his lips. My pulse picks up and my stomach clenches in anticipation. What is he thinking?
“Mate?” he replies.
“Yes.” I sigh as he gently lowers me to the ground.
Logan shifts, placing his hands around my waist.
“I like the sound of that,” he murmurs, leaning down and nipping at my lip.
I gasp in surprise, my hands coming up to land on his chest as I stare into his crystal blue eyes that I’ve come to love so much. “You do?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“You accept me and what I am?” I ask, unsure.
