Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Talking it Out

"Explain. Now." I fix Logan with a steely glare, my patience wearing thin.

Logan’s jaw clenches. "There’s only so much I can say."

"Try harder." I cross my arms, acutely aware of my nakedness but refusing to let it diminish my determination. "Let’s start simple. Are you rich?"

A flicker of amusement crosses his face. "My family is."

The way he says it, like he’s distancing himself, piques my curiosity. But I file that away for later. "Okay, fine. Then tell me this: why me? Of all the people at work, why approach me about those murder cases?"

Logan’s gaze drops, his fingers tracing patterns on the rumpled sheets. "Your name was given to me. As someone to... keep an eye on."

Ice floods my veins. "What?"

His eyes snap back to mine, earnest and pleading. "I swear, I had no idea who you were that night at the bar. None."

I want to be furious, but the raw honesty in his expression melts my anger almost immediately, even if... Well, it would be a lie to say I’m okay.

I’m reeling.

But I’m not angry.

"Okay."

Relief washes over his features, but I’m not done.

"This faction that’s so invested in you—do they have something against me?"

"No!" The vehemence in his voice startles me. "It’s not about you, exactly. It’s more... who you’re connected to."

My mind races, piecing together fragments of information. A horrible suspicion takes root. "Logan," I say slowly, "did you know about my relationship with Scott because of something he said, or—"

"I knew before we met," he interrupts, his voice tight. "But seeing you again... it took me a bit to put it all together. I was... distracted."

The intensity in his gaze leaves no doubt as to what—or who—distracted him. Despite everything, a flush of heat crawls up my neck.

I shake my head, trying to clear it. "So, what? Scott was involved with these people somehow?"

Logan’s silence speaks volumes.

"Jesus." I scrub a hand over my face. "Was anything in my life real? Was I getting married to some sort of mafia boss?"

"No. Nothing like that." He sits up, pulling me into his arms, and I let him. "Look, it’s not as terrible as you think. We weren’t looking into Scott. We were looking into his family."

Sighing, I wrap my arms around his waist. "So—these murders. They’re his family?"

"No."

I groan. "This doesn’t make sense."

"There are two separate cases. There are the ones revolving around you, and then there are other ones that have nothing to do with you. That’s the best I’ve figured out, anyway."

I sigh, feeling as if everything’s just turning my brain into a pretzel. "Was there ever really a mole?"

Logan’s eyes meet mine, a flicker of guilt passing through them. "No. There wasn’t."

My stomach drops. "So that was all just... what? A ruse?"

"An attempt to see if Scott was involved in the murders." Logan’s voice is low, almost apologetic. "We needed to gauge his reaction, see if he’d slip up and run to his... family member."

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