Chapter 3

Danica,

“I-I couldn’t stand her insulting me.” I stuttered, trying to explain myself. I couldn’t fathom why I was. He stared at me with his lips slightly parted. He must have been shocked. 

“I don’t hit women; I should have done it myself.” He burst into laughter. “She is more ill-mannered than I could’ve imagined. It serves her right.” He looked into my eyes as I smiled. “She hates you for a girl that you grew up with.”

“I’m a latent omega, remember? Everybody hates omegas, not to talk about being latent too.” It was the bitter truth—people hardly considered omegas living beings. I couldn’t shift either, making things worse for me.

He scoffed at me. “Don’t sell yourself short. You just hit an alpha." He took my hand and headed out of the garden. 

I grinned, thinking I didn’t need Alpha blood or my wolf’s strength to defend myself. “You didn’t tell me where you were taking me.”

“Relax; I don’t bite.”

“The rumor says you do.”

He smiled. “How’s your arm doing?”

“Stinging a bit.”

The man was making me go insane out of curiosity. Does he really care about me?

We approached the pack’s clinic, and I snatched my hand from him immediately. The idea that he was bringing me to the clinic didn’t cross my mind. “This isn’t necessary. My arm’s going to heal on its own. I’ve never been here before.” I had injuries and broken bones every now and then, but I had never been to the clinic before. They heal one way or another. No omega was allowed to receive treatment in the pack clinic. It was an order that even I that Laure, the past Alpha, and Myla, his mate raised from childhood, had to follow.

“I know.” He responded.

“How?” I frowned curiously.

“Tristan.”

“You two had a long talk, didn’t you?” I deduced that all he and Niel said was heard from Tristan; her mouth was a basket that couldn't hold water.

“We did... Don’t stop me; I don’t want to drag you or carry you.”

I sighed deeply. I guess I didn’t have a choice. It would have been fun if he had carried me, though. He was going to find out why I’d never been here and why I didn’t want to go in later. We entered the clinic, where he told a doctor to examine my arm.

“The pack forbids all omegas from getting treatment at the clinic.” The doctor informed him.

“What?” Logan’s mouth fell open. I bet Tristan didn’t tell him that part. He took a glance at me, and I nodded, affirming the doctor’s statement.

“What the fuck? What happens anytime you get ill?”

“I take care of myself any way I can.”

He clenched his fists. “She’s my Luna, not just any omega; will you take a look at her arm now?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t. She’s still an omega here. Unless you get approval from the Alpha,” the doctor replied.

“Attend to her, or I’ll tear you apart right now,” Logan growled, his eyes bulging. He was looking damn serious. If the rumors about him were true, he would really do it without batting an eye.

“Logan, stop.” I pleaded. If he would be causing trouble in the pack, I didn’t want it to be because of me.

“W-who are you?” The doctor stuttered. I bet he was scared to death by merely looking into Logan’s angry eyes.

“Logan Summer.”

The doctor stood immediately from his seat, bowing his head to him. “Accept my apologies, Alpha Logan; I’ll examine her now.” The trembles on his body that he tried hiding screamed in his voice.

“Come with me, omega.”

“Her name is Danica.” Logan roared, banging his fist on a desk.

“Sorry Alpha. Danica, please come with me.” The doctor examined my hand by running an X-ray. I could feel the doctor’s continuous shivers as he examined my arm. Logan stood by my side, not bothered that his presence made the doctor uncomfortable.

“She doesn’t have a broken bone. I’ll prescribe some ointments and pain relief pills..."

A loud cry came from a room in the clinic, making the doctor stop. It was a female’s voice, and it sounded so familiar.

“She’s awake. I’m sorry for the noise.” The doctor pleaded, and Logan nodded. I knew he wasn’t apologizing to me; if he was, it would be fake. Why bother? He wrote the prescriptions and wrapped my hand in a bandage. 

The cry echoed again; it was definitely Tristan. I smiled to myself. Good luck with her nose.

We left the doctor’s office and headed to the pharmaceutical section of the clinic. Ausha rushed in, looking around the clinic. What was he looking for? Oh, Tristan was here. Logan clenched his teeth upon seeing him, and his eyes protruded coldly.

“Where is she?” Ausha asked a nurse.

“Room 205.” She answered, and he approached the rooms. Logan suddenly raced to him, punching him in the face. Ausha fell to the ground, trying to fight back. I covered my wide-open mouth with my hands. He deserved it, but he was the pack’s Alpha after all. Beating him in the presence of his pack members didn’t sit well with me.

“How dare you treat her that way?” Logan yelled as he kept punching him.

“What are you talking about?” Ausha screamed at the top of his voice, fighting back to subdue Logan, which was obviously pretty impossible.

Ausha was already bleeding, and I had to do something to stop Logan from murdering Ausha right in the presence of his subjects. I ran to them.

“Logan! Logan!!” No matter how much I yelled, he wasn’t responding.

Ausha lay helplessly on the ground as Logan kept throwing punches at him. None of the pack members, not even the pack guards that were present, had the guts to move close to him. I couldn’t risk it either; I barely knew him, and he could rip me apart if I did. But if he kept punching Ausha, he might end up killing him.

“Logan, stop, please. He didn’t make the rules.” I pleaded.

“He didn’t have to. He had the chance to change it but did nothing about it.” His veins twitched as he kept on punching him.

“I know you’re angry for me, but this is not what I want.” I pleaded again. I hated Ausha’s guts, but punching him to the verge of passing out was a no-no for me. He halted and stood up, slowly walking towards me. “He hurt you knowing the clinic wouldn’t treat you. That is wickedness.”

God, the man was so bloodthirsty.

“Let’s go.” All eyes in the clinic were on us. I couldn’t give him a piece of my mind at the moment. I was so mad at him that I forgot that I had to get my prescriptions until he mentioned it.

“I’ll get the prescription; sit there.” He pointed to a seat at the side of the staircase. I sat, and he went to the pharmacy store a few feet away from me.

The guards carried Ausha, who was breathing heavily with a swollen face. I had to confess that I felt sorry for the asshole. I took my time watching Logan as he got the medications. The man was a perfect creature and the perfect definition of my dream man. It would have been more perfect if he wasn’t the asshole of the north.

A hand suddenly grabbed my hair from the back. I groaned, holding the hair; it was as if the hair would pull out of my scalp. Myla pulled me up to my feet with my hair and landed a slap on my face. I groaned out even louder.

“You fool, how dare you lay hands on Tristan? She’s supposed to be your sister.” She raised her hand again, but Logan grabbed it this time.

“Alpha Logan!” Myla was startled; her mouth fell wide open.

Logan glared at her, his veins pulsing. Myla trembled with her hand still up in the air with Logan’s grab. His noisy breathing rang in my ears. His chest fell and rose. Damn it. She brought the beast out.