After Kylie left, Aella looked up to soak her face with the sun's rays again and her eyes moved to the glass windows that overlooked the front lawn from upstairs. She caught Logan leaving the gym and watched through the windows as he walked down the stairs and towards the training ground, where about two dozen young male wolves were training. She followed him closely to the training ground and watched as he joined the young wolves in training.

Her heart ached for him as she realised they hadn't talked in so many hours. She badly wanted to walk across the training ground and engage him in some conversation, anything, just to hear his voice again. But she tried to convince herself that staying away from him for a while was good for her sanity. Whenever he was around her, she either found a reason to be angry or felt a hot burning desire for him.

The desire was stronger than the anger these days though. He invaded her every waking moment and she found herself staring at his body more times than she wanted to admit. She guessed that it was the mating bond doing its work, because she felt drawn to him in ways that she had never felt for any other man. 

His sleek black ponytail shone like bronze in the sunlight. He was putting on a black tank top and a pair of black sweatpants. His muscles, which were shiny with sweat, moved seamlessly as he trained with the young wolves. Aella felt herself staring at those muscles and she wondered how much control they could exert in bed.

The cute features that she had admired in that framed picture had hardened into the taut muscles of a man. His chubby cheeks then had toughened into a square-like jaw. His eyes, which had been scrunched up in a smile then were still scrunched up now, only there was no smile on his face. Aella admired his dimples that came and went fleetingly as he talked to the wolves. He looked hot and regal like a wolf god, she thought.

She was so lost in thought about his appealing features that she did not realise that she was staring openly at him now. The young wolves were no longer paying attention to their alpha as they were looking at her too. Logan noticed the shift in their attention and turned back. He caught Aella as she hastily looked away in embarrassment and smirked at her.

Her face was all hot in embarrassment as she realised that she had been caught staring. She hastily walked away from the training ground and went inside the pack house, hoping that Logan would not tease her about it later on. She went to the room they now shared and shut the door behind her.

"Fuck it, Aella. What were you thinking?" She silently berated herself, placing a hand on her sweaty forehead.

But he was hard to resist. I mean, he is one fine-looking alpha. Her wolf whispered seductively.

She ignored her wolf and picked up the book she was reading, making a perch on the windowsill of the room so she could watch Logan without him seeing her. She continued to ogle him without any restraint. He was her mate, after all.

The day passed by quite quickly, and soon it was time for dinner. Aella took a hasty shower and changed her clothes, then walked to the dining room. It had been a while since she had been there, the day she had tried to escape from the pack was the last time she had entered the room.

She took her seat and began eating. The dining room was empty save for the butler. She was beginning to wonder when the other wolves would come when the door of the room swung open and Logan himself walked in.

He stopped short at the sight of her in his clothes, with a fork halfway to her mouth. Aella could see his expression change from surprise to anger to a quiet resolution, and she wondered what was going on in his head. He then unfroze and approached the table with caution, as though he was trying to avoid a time bomb.

He took his seat opposite her and the butler served his food. She expected him to say a word, but he completely ignored her and she reciprocated too. If he wasn't going to talk, then she wouldn't too.

When she finished eating, she sat up and deliberately dragged the chair so as to make an obnoxious noise. She knew that it would catch his attention. He looked up and frowned at her and she assumed a sheepish expression. 

"I'm sorry, alpha." She said in a faked sweet voice "I didn't think you would mind." Then she walked out of the dining room, feeling his gaze burn her back as she left. 

Hastily she entered the room that they both shared and locked the door behind her, panting slightly. The way the alpha had ignored her had hurt in ways she didn't want to admit. She'd thought that they had put the issue of the scattered room behind them, but obviously, her mate was still angry.

Aella slipped into bed, trying not to give it another thought. She hadn't closed her eyes for more than a minute when the door creaked open again. She quickly looked up and gasped as she saw Logan. She wasn't expecting him as he had made it known through his actions that he was still angry at her.

She sat up and threw the duvet aside. "Logan." She called. "Wh–what are you doing here? I thought you were still mad at me."

"Aella baby, how could I be?" He answered and she felt her body react sexually to his voice. He walked closer to the bed and sat on it, his eyes on her body.

"You ignored me throughout dinner, so I thought you were still angry at what I did." She murmured, her hands Itching to touch him.

"I want to see what you look like under that shirt." He added suddenly. Aella's eyes widened as his hands reached out to grab her arms and draw her closer. His hands went to the buttons of the big shirt she was wearing and started to pry them loose, one after the other.

She licked her lips in anticipation and sighed as his hands pulled the shirt over her shoulders and began to caress her neck.

"Your skin is so silky, Aella." He murmured huskily and she whimpered with desire. She stretched her hand to his groin and tried to touch him but he gently removed her hand.

"No, don't touch me. I'll do the touching tonight." He whispered in her ear.

"How can you still stay so calm?" She whispered. "I'm literally coming apart right now."

"It's called control, baby. Now lie back down." He commanded her and she did so. She had never felt so much need in her life before.

He hovered above her, using his elbows to lift himself. Then he held one of her nipples with two fingers and started to rub it gently.

Aella moaned with pleasure and closed her eyes, feeling hot coals of desire move through her body. He continued to rub the nipple, filling her with wave after wave of pleasure from that one touch. She whimpered and moved her hips rhythmically, aching for more.

"You want more, baby?" Logan asked, his own voice hard with desire.

"Yes, please." She replied. His fingers moved from her nipple to her naked thighs and gently separated them. She wasn't wearing any underwear, and she saw him smile as he saw her pussy. He looked into her eyes as his fingers pried open her warm wet folds and found her clit. Deftly he began to rub it with two fingers.

"Oh, fuck!" She gasped and arched her back, grabbing the bedsheets. The pleasure was sweet and painful at once, and her body wanted more.

"More!" She whispered. "More, please Logan."

He freed her throbbing clit and shifted his fingers so that they were at her vagina. Then he dipped two fingers inside her pussy without warning.

Aella almost cried out with pleasure as his fingers stroked inside her, his thumb rubbing around her clit. The feeling was hot and exquisite but he didn't stop. He kept moving, his hands and body pushing her back and forth on the bed.

Her breathing became ragged as she came closer to an orgasm. She felt like she was coming apart at the seams, and soon her legs began to quiver. She came almost instantly, her body falling apart under his grip, and sighed in delight as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her body. Then she sighed peacefully and hugged him to her chest, falling into an exhausted sleep.