SBAWP | Chapter 43

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Huge congratulations to the STAWP contest winner, BronzeFlicker... who'll appear in a short story this Saturday with two Sold to a Wolf Pack characters!!! 

"I know you don't want to hurt me Logan, but your wolf—"

"No, Saf." Logan shakes his head. "My wolf never wanted to hurt you. Neither of us did."

"Then why did you...?" I shake my head in frustration. "You were so angry, Logan. In the janitor's closet, you were so close to losing control..."

"I wasn't..." Logan runs a hand through his hair. "Saf, I wasn't even angry. Look, it's... It was Father's idea."

"What? He ordered you to hit me?" Which, come to think of it, makes perfect sense.

"No," Logan tries to deny it, but I ignore him.

"That's it, isn't it?" I cry, jumping to my feet. I can't believe I actually thought I could stay here and be part of this pack, when all along POW was just finding ways to get revenge. I spin around and storm off toward the door as angry tears spring to my eyes. Logan's fast on my heels, and just as I reach for the doorknob, he grabs my arm and pulls me to a halt.

"Saf, will you listen to me?" he shouts, spinning me around to face him. "That's not what happened, not even close. Father would never order someone to hurt you."

"Like he didn't order Zara to make me clean her room?" I shout. "And make breakfast? And... and..." I draw a blank.

"You knew about that?" Logan looks taken aback.

"Oh course I knew about that." I roll my eyes. "He is such a coward. If he wanted to hit me, he should have done it himself instead of... of..."

"Father didn't want to hit you," Logan shouts. "He was trying to help you."

"Help me?" I roll my eyes. "By getting his son to beat me up?"

"Of course not." Logan growls in frustration. I take an instinctive step away from him, and when my back hits the door, I realize that I've had enough.

"Then what?" I shout, my whole body vibrating with anger. Logan looks at my response in surprise, and a smile plays on his lips until my next words. "Scare me? Make me think you actually liked me?"

I'm so done with this whole Omega act and with this entire pack. I can't believe I let myself think I'd have a place here, with Logan, when it was all part of POW's plan all along.

"Of course I like you," Logan says huskily, his words warming me almost as much as his touch does when he gently takes my hands in his. "Saf, will you just listen to me, please?"

"Yeah." I nod, even as a part of screams that I shouldn't get my hopes up.

"Okay, look. When I first saw you, I just wanted to be with you, but I'm an Alpha, and you were an Omega..." Logan pauses and waits, as if those words somehow explain everything, and then adds, "so Father suggested we challenge you."

"Challenged me?" I roll my eyes. "You mean by hitting me?"

"No." Logan throws up his hands, letting go of mine. "I mean yelling at you until you yelled back... or give you unfair orders so you'd rebel."

"So P... I mean your Father wanted me to rebel?"

"Well, yeah." Logan looks at me like I'm crazy.

"But why?" I shoot the exact same look right back at him.

"So you'd stop being an Omega?" Logan says like it should be obvious. He starts to smile, but then quickly sobers up. "Who knew that all it took was a Rogue attack."

"Actually..." I look down at my feet as I work out Logan's explanation in my head. "There's something I should tell you."

"What is it?"

"I'm not an Omega."

"I know you're not. The Rogues—"

"No. I mean, I was never an Omega. I was sort of... pretending."

"You were pretending to be an Omega?" Logan stares at me like I'm crazy. "Look, Saf, you don't have to lie to me. It's okay if you were an Omega before. The way you handled those Rogues, you more than proved..."

Logan keeps on talking, but I stop listening. He's made it perfectly clear that he doesn't believe me, and no amount of explaining will convince him. No, the only thing that will do it is proof, and I can definitely give him that.

I hunch my shoulders, sinking in on myself until I feel small and weak. Then, I slowly tilt my head until my throat is bare. Even though I know Logan wouldn't hurt me—not now, and if what he's saying is true, not ever—I feel vulnerable, and it isn't hard to let the trembling take over. It's the last part—the tears—that pose the greatest challenge, and I dig my nails into my palms until they bleed.

"Saf?" Logan takes a step back. He starts to look panicked, but then realization dawns and he exclaims, "Holly Goddess!"

"Yeah." I nod, returning back to normal.

"You can... just do that?" Logan continues to stare at me in disbelief.

"Sure." I repeat the routine. This time, I shrink in on myself further and let a few errant tears run down my cheeks for the added effect.

"Whoa." Logan shakes his head. "H-how do you do that?"

"It's easy." I shrug. "Dad taught me all the steps a few years ago, and I've had a lot practice."

"Your Dad? But why?"

"So other wolves wouldn't hurt me." I smile weakly. "Like your dad, or you."

"But we weren't going to hurt you." Logan frowns.

"Yeah, but I thought you were. Before..."

"So you were pretending to be an Omega so we wouldn't hurt you, while we were pretending to be angry so you'd stop being an Omega?"

"Pretty much?" I reply with a small smile.

"That's..." Logan shakes his head.

"Crazy? I know..."

"Wow." Logan takes a step toward me and kisses me.

There's absolutely no warning, no sign that he's going to do it. One second Logan's staring at me like he's still trying to figure me out, and then he's kissing me. It starts out in a slow caress, his lips warm and soft against mine. I only feel the slightest, gentlest pressure, and just as my eyes start to drift shut, he pulls away. I open them again in time to catch his lazy smile right before he leans back in and kisses me again.

This time, I'm ready and I kiss him back. I can feel his smile against my lips, and smile in return as I move my lips against his. Unlike our last kiss, which felt hot and wild, this one feels sweet and wonderful and romantic, even if we are just in my bedroom leaning against the door.

I don't know how long we kiss like that, completely lost in each other's lips when there's a sudden knock on the door. It vibrates through me and then I feel the doorknob slide against my side as it turns.

"Logan? Saffron?" POW calls from the other side of the door. He tries to push it open, but because Logan and I are leaning against it, the door doesn't budge. "Why won't the door open? What's going on in there?"

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