In Between The Alphas
Chapter 70

Jake was discharged within a week and almost immediately he went back to his beta duties although he hasn't taken over completely.

Diana seems to have forgiven him although Greg is still a bit reluctant to come around which explains why he is shooting daggers at Jake from the corner of his eye. "Are you sure we made the right choice by leaving them together?" I asked as I peeked through the kitchen door.

"Relax, Logan is there," she said, "He'll be sure to play peace maker."

"He seems more likely to leave them to brawl it out," I commented and she thought about it for a second before nodding.

"I think you're right."

"I think we should intervene,"

"Relax Charlie," she grabbed my arm, "If they start fighting then Logan will just kick them both out."

"Fine but I'm not cleaning anyone's blood off the floor," I mumbled.

"The only person whose blood is going to spill is Jake," she deadpanned.

"I can't believe you're betting on who is going to win a fight," Greg said from the doorway and we shrugged sheepishly.

He walked into the kitchen and wrapped an arm around Diana so he could swipe his finger into the brownie batter and I smacked him with a spatula.

"Keep your hand out of the batter or get out of my kitchen," I warned and he held up his hands in mock surrender.

"My apologies Charlotte," he said and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't call me that; it's weird when you say it," I muttered as I stuck the brownie tray into the oven.

"But you love it when Logan does," he teased and I rolled my eyes but didn't reply, "Come; you've spent way too long in here."

"No it's fine; I'll be right out," I had barely finished refusing when he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes at his manhandling but allowed him pull me to the living room.

"She is going to turn into a social recluse if you let her," he said to Logan and I stuck my tongue out at him as I took a seat.

Logan draped an arm over my shoulder and pulled me into his side and my eyes widened briefly at his actions.

He has been more expressive with his actions but it still takes me by surprise every single time.

I heard the barely there sound of a camera and I turned to Diana who had her phone out.

"Shit I didn't take the sound off," she muttered and I scoffed in amusement, "You looked cute and I needed a picture; screw me."

"You need a new hobby Diana," Logan said without looking up from his phone, "You take pictures more than you eat; I think that's unhealthy."

"How have I not noticed you taking pictures?" I asked and everyone turned to me with equal looks of amusement.

"Because you're oblivious," Jake began

"And you can barely see past your own nose," Greg added.

"And even if I came to you with a camera and a note plastered to my head then you still wouldn't notice," Diana finished.

"It was just a questions you guys; geez, lay off a girl a bit," I said with a small laugh.

"I'm sorry Charlie but you win the award for most oblivious," Greg said and I rolled my eyes and they all nodded in agreement.

"Well guess what; no brownies for all of you," I pouted and Greg reached over to ruffle my hair but I slapped his hands away and turned to Logan, "Your friends are bullying me." "They do it to me all the time," he said, "Welcome to the family."

Thankfully we were able to avoid any fights and by the end of the day Greg and Jake were getting along, much to Diana and I's happiness.

They left a little before six after I literally had to pry them away from cleaning up the kitchen after me.

I left Logan to see them off while I busied myself with clearing the countertops and doing the dishes.

I was wiping off the last tray when I noticed Logan behind me.

"Are you going to stay there staring at me all day?" I asked without looking up and I felt rather than heard him move closer.

For someone of Logan's size you would be surprised how stealthily he moves. You won't know he's there unless he wants you to.

He stopped behind me and reached around me to pry the rag out of my hands.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Helping you clean up,"

"You don't have to; I can just do it myself."

"My mother taught me that if someone cooks for you then you should clean up."

"It wasn't exactly for you; it was for all of us," I argued and he didn't let me finish before he spun me around so I was facing him.

"Stop complaining," he said simply and he walked away leaving me standing there confused.

I couldn't help but stare at him as he finished up the dishes and cleaned the top of the counters.

"Thank you," I said after he was done and he raised a brow at me.

"You really need to stop thanking me," he said as he made his way over to the freezer, "Do you want some ice cream?"

"Yeah of course," I said and he took out a small tub of cookie dough and handed it to me, "How did you know this was my favorite?"

"You mentioned it once," he said with a small shrug, "Come let's go watch a movie."

"What about yours?" I asked when I noticed him climbing the stairs without a bowl.

"We can always share," he winked at me.

I burrowed myself under his blankets and our legs were pressed together. His hand was over my shoulder like earlier and he was rubbing small circles on my arm.

I couldn't concentrate on anything except him, his hands and the fact that we were sharing an ice cream spoon.

It's funny that it's something this little that is turning me on the most.

He put the empty tub of ice cream on the bedside table and pulled me closer until my cheeks were resting on his chest and I couldn't help but snuggle closer to him and let out an involuntary shiver. "Are you cold?" he asked and I shook my head but kept my face hidden in his chest as heat flamed my cheeks, "What's wrong?"

Other than the fact that we're in your bed and I'm insanely turned on, "Nothing," I muttered and he gripped my shoulders so I would face him.

"What's wrong?" he asked and I couldn't stand the intensity in his eyes so I looked away and my eyes landed on his lips, "I need words Charlotte," My eyes snapped back up to his and I noticed the darkness swirling around his eyes.

"I need you to talk to me or I can't help you," why does that sound so erotic?

One of his hands moved to cup my cheek and he stroked his thumb across it slowly.

"Please Charlotte," he breathed and I realized that we were both breathing heavily so I decided to do us both a favor and I kissed him.