Logan Chapter 86

-Logan-

I am both more and less nervous than I feel like I should be. More so, because Emory and I are fated mates, and neither of us are fighting the pull of the stars anymore. Less so, because this is the beginning of the rest of our lives. Emory and I are hopefully going to be together for at least a century and a half, much longer than her family will live, and yet they’re a huge consideration in how we work our way through this day.

I understand the accommodations for my human Luna. We’re having a “reception lunch” for Emory’s family in an effort to keep them from hanging around after the fated mate ceremony. I explained to her that the immediate consummation of our union is necessary but not because it’s a tradition like she thought. It’s more like a biological imperative, just like every other part of our mate bond so far. It’s a strange feeling to be at the mercy of my body this way- I’ve been in control of myself, my wolf, even my pack, since I was a kid. It wasn’t guaranteed that I would be Alpha when I grew up, but everyone could tell. There’s an aura that comes with it- it’s something other wolves can almost smell.

Nannette’s apprentices- Emory requested I stop calling them “the girls” since they’re in college and thus grown ass women- are ecstatic to make all of the fussy fine dining foods for our fancy family lunch. I invited the Elders Council to add a bit of gravitas for Terri’s sake, but only the Triple Threat agreed to come. They’ll bring plenty of good company, but they’re not exactly a formal bunch.

Emory’s dress was an addition that I am fully behind. I know that most human girls dream of dressing like a princess, being the center of attention, and looking like some kind of ethereal being as much as possible. Most female shifters wear a nice dress that will come off easily, for practical reasons, but I want her to feel how momentous this occasion is, as much as I feel it. I want her to love how she feels with me, as much and as often as possible. I have so many things that I want us to have together. I know that she’s been dropped in the middle of a culture she could never have prepared for, but she’s adapted beautifully and I’m so proud she’s mine.

She’ll be even more mine tonight. Everyone will smell it on her, wherever she goes, and she’ll gain more of my authority. Emory has already been blooming into herself and I don’t think she’s even realized it. She has gained the respect of most of the pack just by being herself, and soon she’ll have an extension of my will. I know there’s a lot to prepare for that I have no idea about- like the rumors of telepathy. I’m not sure if that will be amazing or terrible. On the one hand, I can already think of all kinds of fun we could have with it in- and out of- bed. On the other hand, that’s an intense level of intimacy, a lot of privacy being sacrificed. I don’t know how to feel about it, but there’s no knowing what’s the truth and what’s just legend.

I look down at Emory’s sleeping face. I know she didn’t sleep well last night. I’m betting it was because she was followed again over the weekend- she and Terri didn’t go back out on Sunday like they were planning to before, and it seemed like all the fun had gone out of it for them. I asked if she wanted to talk about anything, but she declined. Silverson told me they had to make evasive maneuvers, that the tail was harder to lose than previous times, but Emory never brought it up and I didn’t want it to seem like I was monitoring her. Technically, I have been monitoring her, but not in the way she would immediately jump to. It’s not a lack of trust in her so much as a lack of trust in everyone else to leave her alone. That might be something we have to talk about before any telepathy happens. I’d like a chance to choose the right words for that particular conversation.

“Mmm you’re watching me sleep, you creeper.” Emory mumbles before stretching against me. I duck to kiss down her neck and press my cock against her hip.

“I haven’t been awake long. No telling how long I’ve been up, though, with such a sexy mate.” She rolls her eyes and laughs a little. “I was just thinking about tonight.”

I almost regret bringing it up when she stiffens against me. “It’s all happening so fast. You’re okay with doing lunch with my family, right? I feel like we haven’t gotten time to talk about anything.” I rub her arm to try and soothe her worries. My little rose is always thinking about the worst case scenario, but there’s a femme fatale inside of her when she remembers her strength.

“I’m perfectly fine with it, baby. We’ve talked about this- I completely understand why your family needs a little more to mark the occasion. I even made sure to talk to the triple threat about behaving.” She covers her face at this

“That practically guarantees that they won’t behave! But the apprentices are excited to finally make something fancy. I thought they were going to cry when I asked for chicken tenders and fries the other day.” We both laugh at the memory.

“Well, I have just the idea to make sure you’re nice and relaxed before all the festivities today.” I tell her, pinning her beneath me with a quick physical reminder that I’ve been ready for her this whole time.

“That’s your solution to everything!” Emory complains, but she’s smiling, and she pulls at her wrists just enough to make sure I have a solid hold on her.

“Of course it is, it fixes everything!” I banter back. Of course I win the argument, since she wasn’t really opposed in the first place. I, for one, am very relaxed when we finally walk down for breakfast with Emory’s family. It’s a good thing that humans can barely smell anything, or the daggers Bryan glares at me all morning would come with actual violence.