Logan Chapter 130

-Logan-

Today was the soonest I was able to get wolves over to Emory’s old apartment to pick up what things she wanted to keep. She assured me it was mostly keepsakes and favorite clothing that she left in her “don’t toss” pile, so imagine my surprise when I find a couple of the pack chuckling to themselves over the box at the front gate. Thinking they’re laughing at pictures of awkward preteen Emory, I steel myself not to laugh as well. I’ve seen a couple of the pictures and they’re not pretty, but they’re very cute in an ugly-duckling kind of way. She grew up to be a swan, so the pictures of her with braces and frizzy hair are almost unbearably endearing.

I walk up behind them, unable to see what they’re holding while they’re huddled together like they are. “What’s the joke, gentlemen?” I smell a spike of anxiety from both of them as one of them drops something back in the box. They both turn around guiltily, trying to hide the box behind them like pups would. That’s suspicious as shit. “Move.” I growl at them, adding enough Alpha command that I know they’ll obey with haste. I’m even angrier when I see what they were chuckling about.

Sitting at the top of a pile of pictures, right on top of the ugly duckling picture I was thinking of before, in fact, is a bright pink vibrator. These chucklefucks must have found it in her dresser, or smelled it in the box of her belongings. No way would she have left it out for them to find. They purposely violated their Luna’s privacy, and I know she would be horrifically embarrassed to find out they’d had their hands on it. I can’t stop the much darker growl building in my chest. Both wolves fall to their knees in front of me and bare their throats in submission.

I pace circles around them, trying to work off the possessive rage. “You both knew this would be unacceptable. What if your Luna had found you with that? What would you have done about this blatant disrespect?” The one on the left whines briefly, but that’s the only sound in the room. “Answer me!”

“Alpha, sir, we’re sorry.” The one on the right has enough balls to speak, at least. “We smelled it in the box and couldn’t believe she’d send us after it. We thought for sure you’d have her throw away everything like that. It’s not like she’d need it after…. We’ve all heard, after all…” He tries to find a delicate way to say that he doesn’t think she’d need a vibrator when they all know I take care of her well enough on my own. Apparently I have a lot to teach these pups today.

“You’re right. She doesn’t need it. But nobody needs cake, either, do they? That’s a tool like any other, and I prefer to keep a robust arsenal at my disposal. You’d be wise to do the same. Now. You will both leave my sight before I give into the urge to beat the disrespect out of you. I suggest you make yourselves scarce from the main packhouse for a good while. While you’re at it, you will purge the reason for this moment from your minds, and I don’t want to hear another whisper about it in my or your Luna’s presence. Am I understood?” I finish my lecture standing close behind them, and I clamp my hands down hard on their shoulders, making sure to touch on the pressure points therein to really get my meaning across.

When they both nod and I’ve let them sweat enough to satisfy my wolf, I release them to their scrambling retreat. It’s not until they’re completely out of sight that I’m able to chuckle about the whole thing. I’m so glad I caught them rather than Emory. Poor little rose, wearing out her battery operated friend before I came along. No way would I be able to let her use it now that their scents are on it, so I go ahead and toss the vibrator in the trash and resolve to buy her a better one. It’s been a bit since we played with a toy, so I’ll have to put a rush on the shipping and set aside some time to break it in.

In a much better mood from my new plan, I walk into the pack house to find a thoroughly thrashed Emory draped over the couch like a sweaty towel. Her leggings and sports bra used to be the same color, but now they’re both streaked with random amounts of grass and mud stains. She’s not quite asleep, but dozing enough that she hasn’t noticed me looking at her. It should be illegal, what the outfit does for her curves. She’s laying on her side, almost falling out of the top, and she has her hips rotated such that I can see the generous curve of her ass as well. I creep silently to the couch she’s laying on as she slips deeper into sleep and smell the scent of exertion and my mate. When I kiss her to wake her up, she sleepily kisses me back, thinking that she’s actually dreaming. I don’t mind her warm, slumberous response, and I slowly work my arms under her so I can carry her to our room. No one else should get to see her like this, my wolf and I are in accord on this one thing especially. After the incident earlier, I want my gorgeous mate all to myself tonight