Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155: Logan’s Witch

As it turns out, even Marcus can’t get his hands on any sort of artifact to change my appearance. The decision is made to invite the strange and mysterious witch of Logan’s past.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, as jealousy keeps popping up every few heartbeats to remind me of its existence. What comes through the penthouse elevator is... nothing like I imagined.

I stare at the wheelchair getting stuck on the edge of Logan’s plush rug, my mind momentarily blank with shock. This is the infamous witch from Logan’s past? This ancient crone with wispy gray hair and a face so wrinkled it resembles wadded-up tissue paper?

"Here, let me help." I hurry forward, kneeling to press down the edge of the rug so her wheels can clear it.

She smacks her armrest with a bony hand and sighs dramatically. "Cheap always comes with a hidden price." Her voice crackles like burning paper.

"Uh, yeah," I agree absently, still trying to process that this decrepit woman once had some kind of relationship with Logan.

Obviously, she didn’t.

My jealousy and the crazy scenarios its conjured fizzles into a vague, squirmy sense of embarrassment.

Before I can straighten up fully, she reaches out with surprising speed and grabs my chin between her gnarled fingers. The strength in her grip is startling as she turns my face from one side to the other, examining me like I’m livestock at auction.

"My, my," she chuckles, her breath smelling of cinnamon and something earthy. "You took him for quite a ride, didn’t you?"

I blink, heat rushing to my face. "I—what?"

From somewhere behind me, Penelope drawls, "Nicole seems pretty well caught by this point."

The witch’s eyes—rheumy and yet strangely sharp—lock onto mine. "Are we sure about that?" Her cackle sends chills racing down my spine.

Logan steps forward and yanks me backward, out of her grip. His scowl is thunderous as he glares down at her. "Are you still pretending you can’t walk, Brynn?"

The witch clutches her chest in mock offense. "I’m old! I can’t walk anymore!" She bats her eyelashes with exaggerated innocence.

Even Marcus snorts from where he leans against the bar.

Brynn places a finger against her nose with exaggerated slyness. "I’m not in the business of being stabbed by the jealous." Her gaze slides directly to me, and I feel my cheeks burn hotter.

"You don’t know Nicole very well," Logan drawls, placing a protective hand on my shoulder. "She’s too rational to stab someone out of jealousy."

My entire body wants to squirm and disappear under the floor. I’m grateful for his rose-colored view of me while simultaneously remembering the violent thoughts that flashed through my brain just moments ago when I imagined this witch’s history with Logan. If he only knew the murder scenarios my brain had conjured in the seconds before the elevator doors opened...

This bond between us is turning me into someone strange, damn it.

Brynn cackles again, clearly not buying it. Penelope snickers too, the traitor.

I shoot my best friend a dark look as Brynn wheels herself toward the couch. Then, to my astonishment, she rises from her wheelchair with surprising agility, walking the last few steps before flopping onto Logan’s expensive couch like she owns the place.

"Alright, dear," she announces, waving a hand imperiously in my direction. "Strip."

"What? No!" The words explode from me before I can stop them.

Logan steps between us, his back rigid with tension. Pheromones seep out of him in thick, heavy waves. "Stop playing around, Brynn. We need your help, not your games."

"And that’s my cue to leave," Marcus announces smoothly, already heading for the elevator. "I’ll check on those other arrangements we discussed."

Penelope wastes no time following him. "I should probably go too. Make sure everything’s... secure. At the other place."

Marcus catches her by the wrist as they reach the elevator, and I watch them go from the corner of my eye. Something’s definitely going on between the two of them, but I can’t imagine she would have fallen into his bed so quickly.

Definitely due for a girly chat when we can.

When the world calms down a little.

Brynn glances at me and grins, her half-toothless mouth creeping me out. "Oh, she doesn’t know, does she?"

Us. US?

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