Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Loophole

When Logan returns, Chancellor Rupert-Richard-Roger-whatever Vale is long gone, and I’m basking in my success, rolling from side to side on my hospital bed. It’s larger than a real hospital bed, measuring closer to a double than a single. Just enough to make it so Logan can share space, but not big enough for us to do it comfortably.

"You seem to be in a good mood?" His voice rises a little at the end, his brows pulling together in confusion. Or maybe just worry. It’s hard to tell.

"Yep." Grinning, I push myself into a comfortable sitting position. "Vale’s going to get me a cell phone."

Logan freezes for a second. He glances toward a corner of the room, where there’s probably a camera hidden somewhere. I’m sure it’s not the only one. "A cell phone? Really?"

"Really. Oh, and I might need to borrow Marcus. I hope you’re rich."

His familiar cocky grin enters the picture. "I knew it. You’re just with me for my money. Well, that and my amazing package."

I give him a dry stare, and he clears his throat.

"Anyway, what do you need him for?"

"Vale wants me to sign a contract. He also wants to enroll me at Thornhaven."

His entire body stiffens. "What kind of contract?"

"The kind that needs a lawyer to look at it. I don’t know what it’s for. He says it’s to protect me and," waving my hands in the general direction of, well, everything, "you guys."

"Don’t sign anything." Logan’s voice drops low. "Not a single page."

"Hence why I need Marcus. I have no intention of signing, but I want someone who knows what they’re doing to look it over. Just in case."

"Ashby." Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair. "Fine. I’ll talk to him."

Then he pauses, eyes narrowing. "Are you sure Vale will allow Marcus to review the contract?"

"Vale didn’t specify I couldn’t have legal counsel." I shrug. "And if he protests, I’m definitely not signing."

He grunts, unconvinced. "Remember what I said. Don’t sign anything."

"Logan." Staring at the man in exasperation, I say, "You’re literally the walking advertisement for why I won’t sign mysterious magical contracts."

The daft man actually looks pleased by that.

It was not a compliment.

"Good. What else did he say?"

"It all sounded very threatening at first. He pretended to be super nice, which was really creepy. Then he admitted he’s a dragon. Then he told me he doesn’t care if I live or die and basically implied that I need to sign the contract or else." frёeωebɳovel.com

By the last word, Logan’s cheek is twitching at an alarming rate. "I see."

This time it’s my turn to narrow my eyes. "You knew he was a dragon." He didn’t even blink when I mentioned that part.

"Seriously? That’s what you’re focused on right now?"

"Considering that I was kidnapped by dragons and told they have no human morals—yes, actually. I am."

Logan groans. "Yes. I knew he was a dragon. It’s not exactly a secret around here."

I mean, it was a secret from me. But I’m not really from around here, so I guess I’ll give him that.

"Nicole, you don’t have to sign any contract in order to be safe. I swear that to you. Dragons can be a little..." He pauses. "Well, they don’t have the best relationship with the truth."

"So what does the Conclave want from me?"

Logan’s head snaps up, his eyes widening for a split second before narrowing. "Marcus."

The name comes out as a resigned sigh, but something in his face shifts. A tension I hadn’t noticed eases from his shoulders.

"He told you about the Conclave?"

"Among other things." I pick at a loose thread on the blanket. "Like how you’re some sort of wolf prince."

"Alpha heir." His lips quirk. "There’s a difference."

"Sure there is, Your Highness."

Can. The word catches in my mind like a nagging splinter. Not ’will’ or ’should’—he said can. Which means whatever the Conclave wants requires my consent.

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