(Third person POV)
“Alex, did you hear that?” Logan’s family was gathered in the living room.
“Yeah, it came from little brother’s room.”
“I think something’s wrong. Let’s go check on him,” said Logan’s mother.
Alex burst into Logan’s room.
“Logan is everything ok?” Alex took a step back. Logan was standing over Erika. Logan’s mother and her husband walked in.
“Leave...” Said hissed Logan.
“Logan what’s wrong, why are you-” Alex stopped talking as he noticed Erika with her head bandaged. “Calm down Logan, she’s alive right?”
“Leave...now.” Logan glared at his family.
“Zake what’s wrong with him?” Logan’s mother had never seen any of her sons transform.
“It’s his mate. She’s hurt. By the looks of it, Logan’s changed to his full form to protect her. All he knows is that Erika is hurt, he needs to calm down.”
Logan didn’t care that his family was before him. Nobody would touch Erika. He was getting annoyed. He wanted his family out now! Logan was about to attack when...
“Ah...my head.” Erika woke up. Logan forgot all about his family and turned to his mate. Erika looked up and saw Logan. She let out a gasp, and Logan retreated to the end of the wall.
“Don’t be frightened. He was just worried about you,” Said Alex.
“He was worried?” Erika was getting confused. “Why? I’m just a servant, just a human. We live to serve the vampire and demon race.”
“Sweetheart, didn’t my son explain yet?” Asked Logan’s mother.
“Explain what?” Erika was looking at Logan. His gaze softened as his eyes met hers. He took a moment before speaking.
“You’re...you’re my mate, Erika.” Erika stumbled back on the bed.
“Y-your what?”
“Mate...my mate.” Erika fell silent. His words were sinking in. Mate. In vampire terms, it meant the bride. His bride. Logan
Ellwood’s bride. Her hand flew to her mouth. That explained a lot of things.
“So that’s why. That’s why you’re so nice to me. But why”
“Erika, my demon, my inner vampire, has recognized you as its mate. That’s why it was hard to be around you, that’s why you make me so thirsty.” He looked away from her.
“I was the one who found you in the garden. When I saw you, lying there, I...I wanted to kill someone.” Erika let out a gasp.
“Someone hurt you. Someone drew blood deliberately from you. Someone wanted to take you away from me...I couldn’t bear it. If I hadn’t sensed your pulse, I don’t know what would have happened.”
Logan’s mother was crying. Erika just sat there.
"He cares for me...he loves me,” she thought. Erika didn’t know what to say or do. She didn’t love him, she didn’t know what she felt for him. All her life, she had been raised to believe that it was useless to love a demon. So she put all her feelings aside. But hearing this, Erika couldn’t help but feel something small light within her.
She stood up and walked towards Logan. His gaze never left her figure as she walked to him. Erika stood in front of him taking in his features.
“It’s okay if you’re afraid of me,” he replied, looking away.
“You Said you wouldn’t hurt me, right? Logan looked back at her. She gave him a small smile.
“I think you should change back into your normal form, Logan.”
Logan looked at his mother.
“I can’t. I’m still too...too angry.” He turned his gaze towards Erika. “You were hurt...” Erika did the only thing she could.
She wrapped her arms around his torso and embraced him. Logan’s eyes widened. Her warmth calmed him, her heartbeat put him at ease. He felt his anger recede. His form changed back to normal, his eyes returned to onyx.
Logan circled his arms around her waist tightly and buried his face in her neck.
“I think Logan’s well taken care of. Let’s give them some privacy,” Said Logan’s mother. She smiled once more at the sight and left.
“I’m just glad you’re alright, that you’re alive.”
“I feel fine. Were you the one who bandaged my head?”
“Yeah, I had to stop the bleeding.” Erika smiled and pulled away from his hold. She held up her hand and placed it on the back of her head. It began to glow green. When she was done, she felt her legs give in. Logan caught her and put her on his bed.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, it's just, healing takes quite a bit out of me.”
“Sleep...you need it.” Erika was about to say something but felt her eyes closing. Logan undid her hair, letting it spread on the pillow. Her breathing was calm. She looked peaceful. He smiled as he lay beside her, pulling her close.
“My beautiful mate...you’re mine...”
Logan awoke to find the pink-haired girl still sleeping. Sitting up, he looked down at the woman next to him. How on earth did he end up with beauty for a mate? He examined her body closely. Long creamy legs, slender curvy body. Her eyes were hidden behind a veil of black lashes waiting to reveal bright emerald orbs. Her hair was messy and sprawled all over the pillow, haloing her head.
He removed some strands from her face. He smiled as she mumbled in her sleep making his attention go to her rosy lips. He had the strongest urge to kiss them, to melt his body with hers. No. He had to wait for the right time. He wouldn’t take her until she fully accepted him. He felt the warmth come closer and noticed that Erika had snuggled closer to his torso.
He couldn’t help but smirk at her childlike action. She was beautiful, even in her sleep. Logan’s eyes trailed over to the hardwood floor and saw the bloodstained bandages. His eyes flashed red, and his breathing quickened. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his demon. He felt Erika’s breath on his chest and immediately calmed.
He had to know who harmed her, so he could squeeze the life out of their eyes. Logan would never allow harm to come to his mate. He would rip their neck apart before they could even lay a finger on her.
Logan’s body tensed at the thought of another’s hands-on Erika. The mere thought made his blood boil over to the rim. Erika belonged to him, her body was his to hold, to touch, to love. Rubbing his thumb over her rosy cheek, he made plans to find the person responsible for hurting her. He rose from the bed gently, not to disturb the sleeping girl.
He noticed she whimpered at the loss of warmth. Logan smiled a bit and placed the purple silk sheets over the pink sleeping form. He decided to leave her a message, letting her know where he was. He placed the note by her side and pulled on some black pants and a white button-up shirt. He picked up the blood-stained bandages and left out the door.
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