The sight that met Logan's eyes was appalling. His mouth hung open in shock as his eyes roamed the room. It was a total eyesore. It looked like a literal earthquake had happened in the room.

The bed that Aella had been sleeping on had been scattered, its sheets, duvets, and pillows on the floor. His well-arranged bottles of hair spray, body spray, and lotion were all over the rug. The curtains had been pulled down and all the throw pillows on the couch had been going every corner

Logan looked around, his eyes taking in the messy sight. The breakfast that had been served to her had also been upturned on the rug. The room was nothing like what Logan had left before he went to the strategy room. And in the middle of it, all sat Aella on the couch, a book in her hand and a mischievous smile on her face.

"You!" He growled and moved forward in rage. She didn't move back in fright as he had expected but sat there and met his eyes squarely.

"What did you fucking do to my room?!" Logan yelled, his eyes bulging with madness.

"A little touch-up," Aella answered with a sly smile.

Logan balled his hands into fists convulsively and tried to control his anger. Aella was testing him, and by God, he would do something to her that he would later regret.

He knew her; they had known each other for close to two weeks now. He knew the lengths she could go to when she was being vindictive. His mind flashed back to the punches she had given him on the mountain top when she was trying to escape from the pack. She was doing all of this deliberately but he would not let it get to him.

She was a woman who thought that violence was the answer to every misunderstanding she had with someone. He would only be playing her little mind games if he succumbed to her and got mad. 

Logan took a deep breath and closed his eyes, indicating his hands and flexing his muscles. When he opened his eyes, he saw the shocked expression on her face. His reaction was clearly not what she had imagined as her eyes were full of surprise.

He noticed that she was putting on her clothes, in the most hilarious combination. A black hoodie on a pair of blue pant trousers, held up by one of his mufflers instead of a belt. The sight of her small frame in his big clothes turned him on, and he heard his wolf whimper in delight. He so badly wanted to tear those clothes off her body and fuck her hard.

He tried to steady his shaky breath and saw that she had noticed the change in his demeanor. Her smile deepened as her eyes took in the intense desire in his.

"Your heartbeat is unnaturally fast, alpha." She said slyly "What's on your mind right now?"

"I'm not playing your silly little mind games, Aella. Stop it." He said to her and turned towards the bathroom. Aella promptly stood up and held him back.

"What mind games do you think I'm playing, Alpha?" She asked in the most cunning voice. A jolt of hurt went through his heart as he noticed that she had called him "Alpha" instead of "Logan". 

He was about to turn around and flare up at her but then he checked himself, realising that this was just one of her petty games again. "There. you're doing it again, see? You're playing with my head. If you want to stay in a messy room, fine. But for me, I'm leaving this place." He said and walked to the bathroom.

He promptly tore off his clothes with all the anger he had been holding in and took a cold shower, trying to clear his head. The Goddess really knew how to torture him. How could he still be turned on by a person who made him so mad that he felt like anger was running through his veins? This woman would really be the end of him.

He got out of the shower and quickly tied a towel, walking out of the bathroom with water dripping from his body. He saw her still sitting where he had left her, on the couch with a book in her hands. She looked up as he came out and the sly smile came back. He quickly looked away and walked towards the closet before he got turned on again.

He opened the door of his closet and for the second time since he got into the room, his mouth dropped open in shock. The closet was in an even worse state than the room.

His clothes were strewn across the closet floor: Hoodies mixed with trousers, shorts mixed with dress shirts, neck ties mixed with loafers. The wardrobes and cupboards had been emptied of their contents and the standing mirror had been moved from its original corner to the middle of the room. It was a sorry sight.

"Sorry, Alpha." He heard Aella call out behind him "I was only looking for some clothes to wear since you have refused to let me go to my room."

Logan gripped the closet door in a barely suppressed rage and tried to calm himself. She is only trying to get into your head, Logan. Pull yourself together! His wolf commanded and he nodded as he tried to infuse some calm into his face.

He stepped into the closet and picked up a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants from the scattered floor and put them on, reminding himself over and over again that all these were just silly mind games by his mate. When he was done, he walked out of the closet and into the room. He gave the woman on the couch a last look of disbelief and anger and walked towards the room door. He knew that if he stayed inside the room with her, he would end up either fucking her into submission or hitting her, and he wasn't sure either was good for his sanity.

"No goodbyes for me?" She called after him and a growl escaped from his lips, which shut her up promptly.

Logan walked out of the room, ignoring the bows of the two guards at the door, and ran downstairs, trying to catch a calming breath. Damn, he had always thought he could keep his emotions in check but Aella was really proving him otherwise. He hated to admit it but she was really getting into his head and twisting it in every possible way. He was angry and horny at the same time and he knew that wasn't a very good combination of emotions.

He walked into the kitchen and found a few maids lounging around. They quickly stood up and murmured greetings as he walked in. He nodded to one of them "You, go upstairs to my room and clean it up. That place is a mess."

The maid nodded and walked out of the kitchen. On her way out, he called her back. "And don't involve my–" He quickly checked himself before he could say the word. "Miss Aella I'm any form of conversation. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Alpha." She nodded and left.

Logan then walked over to the other side of the pack house where his father's room was. To hell with whatever she thought she was trying to achieve with her silly little games, he thought. He would stay in his father's room before she drove him crazy.