Caught Between Them

I watched the crowd vibing to the slow music and smiled. Werewolves surely knew how to party, beside me, arm draped over my shoulder was Logan smiling at his people. I could feel his warm hard body beside me but it did nothing to me, not the way Brock’s body did to mine, I just felt numb. I wished Brock was here, he would be standing in a dark corner watching for enemies. My eyes watered again and I squeezed them shut. How the hell can such a handsome man be dead?

“You’re okay?” Logan asked and I turned to him and smiled.

“I am fine” I answered and squeezed his hands.

“Care to dance with me?” He asked and gave me a boyish grin, reminding me of Brock and I nodded. Logan took my hand and led me to the dance floor. His people cheered around us as he held my waist and I held his shoulder as we swayed to the old classic song. I looked up and found him staring at me in adoration, like I was some sort of goddess. We went on swaying to the music until it came to an end.

“You dance well, my love” he said and I beamed.

“Thank you” I said and offered him a slice of pepperoni pizza which he ate from my hands.

“Guess it’s time we retired. It’s getting late” he said and led me to our bedroom. Suddenly I missed Brock’s body on mine and an idea came to me, I turned to Logan.

“Kiss me” I said and Logan’s eyes flared in desire, he crashed his lips onto mine and I moaned as his cool lips found mine. I rubbed my hands along his strong shoulders imagining it was Brock, when he bit my neck, I almost cried out Brock’s name. I quickly bit my lips to avoid giving myself away. Logan pulled back and held my cheek.

“You are so perfect,” he said and I smiled. Someone knocked on the door and Logan kissed me and rushed off. I flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, images of Brock kissing me kept repeating in my head, until I could keep my eyes open no more.

Brock please come back to me, you promised.

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Gwen helped me prepare some oats in the morning, and I was pretty much in a sober mood. Logan had taken one look at my face and asked what was wrong. I had lied that I had some stomach upset and he had asked someone to fetch Gwen who hurried over.

“How are you feeling now?” she asked and I shrugged.

“Better” I said and shoved a spoonful of oatmeal into my mouth, relishing the creamy flavored taste.

“You are sad” Gwen stated and I froze. How did she know that?

“I am not” I said, adamantly and she smiled, a smile that said she wasn’t fooled by my story of an upset stomach.

“Tell me what it is, I can help” she said and I stared at her, gauging. Can I really trust her with my secret? Brock’s words suddenly rang in my head.

You tell anyone about this and I will never speak to you again.

I forced a smile, and Gwen raised a brow at my sudden change in emotion.

“It’s nothing. Really.” I said and she studied me for several seconds then nodded.

“Alright. Now your medicine” she said and brought out a bottle of tonic and I reeled back. I hated medicines.

“No, no, no. I don’t want that” I scooted back and Gwen grinned at me like I was some spoilt adolescent child.

“Yes, yes, yes. Alpha said you should have them” she said and forced open my mouth and poured a small measure of tonic into my mouth and grinned as I glared at her.

“You bitch!” I pouted playfully and she smiled and drank the last of my oatmeal.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Get some sleep, your majesty. It is important that you be in good health for the mating ceremony. It’s gonna be a long night” she said.

Mating Ceremony, I had forgotten about that. And what the hell did she mean by long night.

“Why did you say long night?” I asked and she grinned.

“After exchanging your vows and going through the ritual, The alpha is gonna…. you know” she made a circle with her finger and passed her right hand index finger through. My eyes widened and I blushed.

“You are crazy!” I said and Gwen smiled cheekily.

“I love sex” she said and I stared at her in surprise, she was surely a bold one.

“Have you … . done…umm … . you know” I asked and she laughed.

“If you meant sex, then yes I have done it before. Many times.” She said and gathered the plates and tonic bottle, “Now sleep, I’ll see you later” she said and left while I wondered how it felt like for her having sex with different people and here I was craving it with one man alone.

Brock Jackson.

A sob escaped my throat and I wiped my eyes, damn him for being a cold soulless and loveless prick, damn him for having to die to let me escape. I loved him with a passion I didn’t know existed in me. No matter how kind Logan was he just couldn’t ignite the fire I felt for Brock, maybe I needed a run to clear my head. I quickly changed the golden gown I was wearing to a simple jumper and joggers and jumped over the balcony, while mid-air I transformed into my werewolf form and bounded at full speed on rooftops, aiming for the forest in the distance. I kept on running until I needed to catch my breath. If Brock was here, he would have called me a weakling for stopping. I chuckled but in my wolf form it sounded more like a growl.

‘Brock I miss you, I know you are not dead. Please come to me’ I thought but the universe didn’t answer my plea, and in anguish I let out all the pain I felt into a howl. A howl that I was sure the whole Portland werewolves heard.