Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67: Magical Contract

Logan’s cough turns wet, and suddenly, a spray of crimson splatters across the pristine white sheets. My heart leaps into my throat.

"Holy shit!" I scramble back, eyes wide. "Logan, what—"

"Fuck a duck in a thunderstorm," he growls, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The smear of red against his skin makes my stomach lurch.

He stands, calm as you please, like he didn’t just hack up blood all over the bed. "Excuse me."

Then he heads to the bathroom.

I sit there, frozen, listening to the sound of running water.

"Logan?" I call out, my voice embarrassingly shaky. "Are you okay?"

The water shuts off. "I’ll be fine," he replies, his voice muffled through the door. "As long as you don’t try to make me talk."

Something in his tone makes my blood run cold. I slide off the bed, wrapping the sheet around me as I approach the bathroom. Logan emerges, wiping his face with a towel. His chest is still flecked with red droplets.

I reach out, my hand hovering over his back. "What do you mean, as long as I don’t make you—"

The realization hits me then. My hand freezes, inches from his skin.

"Logan," I say, my voice sharp with sudden understanding and no small amount of fear. "Is this... contract backlash?"

He turns to face me, his expression unreadable. But his silence speaks volumes.

"Oh my God," I breathe, taking a step back. "Oh my God, Logan."

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Nicole—"

"No," I cut him off, anger flaring hot and bright in my chest. "Don’t you ’Nicole’ me. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?"

Logan’s jaw clenches. "It’s not what you think."

"Really? Because what I think is that you’ve signed some kind of magical contract that’s literally tearing you apart from the inside out if you try to break it." I’m practically spitting the words now, fury and fear warring for dominance. "Please, tell me how that’s not exactly what I think it is."

He doesn’t answer, just stands there looking frustratingly stoic. It only serves to fuel my anger.

"Who did this to you?" I demand. "Was it the people who bailed you out? The ones who told you to keep an eye on me?"

Logan’s eyes flash. "I can’t—"

"Talk about it. Yeah, I got that." I run a hand over my face, suddenly exhausted. "Jesus, Logan. What have you done?"

He takes a step towards me, hand outstretched. "Nicole, please. I know this looks bad, but—"

I jerk away from his touch. "Looks bad? It looks fucking terrifying, Logan! You’re coughing up blood because you can’t tell me the truth. How is that not the very definition of ’bad’?"

Logan’s expression hardens. "You think I don’t know that? You think I wanted this?"

"I don’t know what to think!" I throw my hands up in exasperation. "Because you can’t tell me anything!"

We stand there, staring at each other, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. I’m trembling, I realize distantly. Whether from anger or fear, I’m not sure. freēwēbnovel.com

Logan breaks first, his shoulders sagging. "I’m sorry," he says softly. "I’m not trying to upset you."

Guilt washes over me and I wrap my arms around him, burying my face in his chest.

"I’m sorry," I murmur. "This just makes talking to you really hard when you can’t actually talk back."

Logan’s chest rumbles with a low chuckle. "Sounds like an ideal relationship for a normal woman."

I poke him hard in the ribs. He groans, squirming away.

"Mercy, woman. I yield."

His arms encircle me, and for a moment, we just stand there, wrapped in each other’s warmth. It feels safe. It feels right. But the nagging worry in the back of my mind won’t let me relax completely.

Logan sighs, gently setting me aside. "Let me change these sheets."

I watch as he strips the bed, efficiently replacing the blood-stained linens with fresh ones. The normalcy of the act feels surreal. Also, surprisingly sexy. But that’s not a priority right now.

"Logan?" My voice sounds small. "Should I be worried?"

He freezes, hands clutching a pillowcase. For a heartbeat, he’s perfectly still. Then he turns, his face a mask of calm.

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