In Between The Alphas
Chapter 102

Logan held my hand in a firm grip the entire ride. He would occasionally squeeze it softly to let me know he was still with me but he never spoke.

I couldn't help the array of nerves that fluttered in my body as we walked through the pack house corridors. He led me to his office where Jake was standing guard at the door. Jake glanced at me before turning to Logan, "Well, there aren't any dead bodies today." He said in an attempt to lighten up the atmosphere.

The corner of my lips lifted but Logan remained stoic as Jake pushed the door open. My eyes immediately went through the office, not noticing anything out of place. "You're looking in the wrong place." Jake said finally.

He shut the door and there etched on the back of the door was the same snake symbol we saw at the border.

"The good news is; it's fading." Jake spoke up, "The one on the tree at the border disappeared completely so I imagine this one will fade too."

"That can't be all." Logan said suddenly, "People don't slow in their offense and whoever it is already did something bad the last time; what did they do now?"

Jake gestured to a note on Logan's desk. "I picked it up, so I know it's not going to hurt anyone."

Logan and I took a few steps closer and there in an immaculate cursive were six words.

I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET

"What the hell do they mean by this?" Logan picked it up and immediately I felt a sharp, searing pain in my skull.

I doubled over as if someone had punched me in the gut and let out a deafening scream. Black spots danced around my vision and my ears started to ring but as quickly as it started, it stopped.

I felt arms around my shoulders and I blinked until my vision cleared and saw Logan leaning over me. I didn't even realize when I fell to my knees.

"What happened? Are you okay?" he asked and I attempted to nod but my vision started to swirl again, "Stay with me, Charlotte; just look at me."

"I-," I began but my voice left me and my vision went black.

An incessant beeping drove me out of my stupor and I tried to cover my ears with my hands but they felt like lead.

"I think she's awake." A voice spoke but it came out garbled so I don't know who it is." A hand stroked my hair in a soft and comforting manner: Logan.

I peeled my eyes open and was immediately assaulted by a flash of blinding light.

"Close the curtains; they're bothering her." Logan ordered and I heard footsteps then the light reduced.

"What happened?" I managed out and I was surprised by how hoarse my voice sounded.

"I don't know." He said softly, "I picked up the paper and you just started screaming."

"Where is it now?"

"I burnt it."

"You shouldn't-,"

"Don't finish that sentence." His voice went dark.

I let out a heavy sigh and leaned back into the fluffy pillow behind my head. I used the silence as an opportunity to look around the hospital room. They should try to make it a little happier. If I were a patient- which I am- I wouldn't want to be in a white room that smells like antiseptic and death.

"Talk to me," Logan whispered.

"I don't know what to say."

"Tell me what happened."

"I don't know how to explain it." I trailed off, "It felt like someone was trying to make a construction site out of my head. It was the most excruciating thing I've ever felt."

"I'm so sorry."

"It wasn't your fault."

"Yes it was," he cut me off with a bitter smile, "I don't know how they did it but when I touched it; it affected you as my mate. If you had picked it up then nothing would have happened to you."

"It's probably just a fluke; you're reading too much into it." I attempted to ease his worries but he shook his head.

"Greg and Diana agreed to try out the theory," he grimaced, "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, Logan."

He didn't respond but I knew he didn't believe me. I tried to sit up but he stopped me with worry clouding his features. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"I just want to sit up," I told him, "It's not like I'm trying to secretly escape from the hospital."

"That's not funny." I let out an exasperated sigh and he ran his fingers through his hair, "I'm sorry; I'm just worried."

An idea popped into my head, "Do you think Dr. Brennan would squeeze us in for an emergency?"

"Of course," he instantly went on alert, "What's wrong?"

"I was thinking that since we're already in the hospital then we could get the ultrasound."

He thought about it for a second before mind linking someone- presumably her. When he was done he blinked and turned to me.

"She'll be here in five minutes."

"I'm sorry I'm late," Dr. Brennan said as soon as she walked into the room, "I was finishing up with a patient."

"It's no problem," it was Logan who responded, "We came unannounced."

"I will be doing a normal ultrasound this time." She brought a tube of gel, "This will be a bit cold." She squirted it on my stomach and I inhaled sharply.

She moved the wand over my stomach before settling on a single spot and I stared at the screen.

"That is your baby," she pointed what looked like a miniature version of a formed baby.

"It wasn't like this last week." I had to force the words out of my throat.

"Right, werewolf babies mature a lot faster than human babies." She explained, "They mature at the same rate until about 5 weeks before they begin to develop faster. A full werewolf pregnancy lasts about 7-8 months. Right now you're at the equivalent of a 12 week pregnancy but it's only 8 weeks as a werewolf."

"That's not confusing at all."

She chuckled softly, "Would you like to hear the heartbeat?"

I turned to Logan who nodded and after a second a whooshing sound filled the room. It's faster than the normal heartbeat and I felt tears prick my eyelids.

I snuck a peek at my mate who looked to be fighting tears as well. He pressed a soft but firm kiss to my forehead and muttered an 'I love you'.

"For what it's worth, Alpha," She began, "you'll make awesome parents."

"You helped deliver me; you don't need to call me Alpha."

"I don't call you that because I need to; I call you that because you've earned the respect that comes with the title." She gently wiped the gel of my stomach, "In about 2 to 3 weeks we should be able to find out the gender and between 3 weeks to a month, you should start to feel the baby move."

"It might be earlier; it usually is for Alpha kids but it might be later as well."

"Thank you," I finally found my voice as I pulled my shirt down, "For squeezing us in so late."

"It was my pleasure." She gave me a full smile before leaning in to whisper, "it is okay to grieve the loss of one child while fully accepting the blessing that is another."

I had to pinch the bridge of my nose to stop myself from crying and I just gave her a nod because my tongue wouldn't loosen long enough for me to form words.

She straightened up and turned to Logan, "Whatever you're doing, keep doing it. Both mum and baby are in top notch condition."

After she left Logan turned to me with a teasing grin, "You see," he began, "Even she thinks I should keep being over protective."

"I will stab you." I threatened and he laughed.

He held out a hand to help me get down and I took it. It wasn't until we got into the car that I finally spoke.

"I'm scared," I said softly.

He turned to me but didn't speak. He was giving me enough time to process my words and decide whether or not I wanted to say them. That's one of the things I love most about Logan; he will never push. He is more of a silent pillar, just keeping you upright and guiding you.

"I'm scared that we're going to lose whatever this is." I said finally, "I'm scared that whoever is doing all this is going to win. But most of all,"

I swallowed the lump in my throat before adding softly and almost inaudibly, "Most of all, I'm scared that we're going to lose this baby too and there is nothing that we can do about it."