Aella woke up suddenly and looked around. She was a little disoriented and groggy. She scratched her head as she couldn't remember much from last night, only that Logan had walked into the room.

Fuck! She stood up abruptly and looked around. Logan had walked into the room, then he had done things to her body. Unholy things, she thought. She looked down at her body in fright. But her clothes were still on. If she remembered clearly, he had pulled off the shirt she was wearing before touching her. But she was still wearing the shirt.

A sinking feeling came over her as she realised that everything she had experienced the night before had been a dream. Logan hadn't come into the room and finger fucked her. It had all been a figment of her imagination. Her body had craved for Logan's touch so much that it had imagined that he was right by her, pleasuring her.

But it had felt so real! Her mind protested. She still felt a tingling sensation between her legs when she thought of Logan's fingers inside her. Her core throbbed with need, and she sighed as her mind replayed the events of her dream.

She quickly had a bath and ate breakfast. She stayed in the room till afternoon, hoping that her mate would pay her a visit. But he never did. At this point, she suspected that he was actively avoiding her. She wanted to see him again, to have his cedarwood scent tickle her nose.

When it was afternoon, Aella went to sit on the balcony of Logan's room. It overlooked the training ground where the young wolves were training and she had a clear view of them. She sighted Logan yelling instructions at the wolves and let her mind wander, thinking about him.

Her eyes roamed over his well-muscled body, made sleek by sweat. This time he wasn't putting on a tank top or any form of shirt and Aella could see his taut chest muscles. Her pussy throbbed and she whimpered with pleasure as he moved around, giving instructions.

Her eyes traveled from his chest to his flat stomach and she greedily stared at his v-line. It was inexplicably appealing. How could one man be so good-looking? she thought. He looked like his body was sculpted from bronze, like an aquiline god.

She stopped at his v-line, unable to go further. She knew what was below his waist and knew what looking at it would do to her. She closed her eyes to take calming breaths, then opened her eyes and looked below his waist. He was so big! Her sharp wolf eyes could pick out the exact shape and size of his dick. The gray sweatpants he was wearing left nothing to the imagination as she stared openly at his dick. She wondered why the she-wolves around here were not running around crazy when a hot god of a man like this was walking around loose.

Her mind drifted back to her dream and a pool of warmth formed between her legs. She remembered how real his breath had felt on her face, how pleasurable his fingers had felt inside her, how he had said: "I want to see what you look like under that shirt", how he had asked her if she wanted more. She had wanted more then, she still wanted more now.

Suddenly she heard a squeal of excitement from the left of the training ground and before she knew it, a female had come out of nowhere and jumped on Logan, blocking her own view. She stood up from the balcony and growled menacingly as she thought that the woman had been trying to attack her mate, but relaxed when she saw Logan laughing and embracing the woman. Logan looked so handsome when he was laughing, she thought. His dimples deepened and his white teeth flashed in the sun. Only a lover or a very close friend could make someone laugh like that.

Aella's heart sank with sadness as she thought that the woman was Logan's lover. She watched with envy as Logan laughed and made jokes with the woman. She tried to assure herself that what she felt wasn't jealousy but the more she assured herself, the more it became difficult. Only a lover could get Logan to laugh and also hug him like that in public. She felt her heart get crushed and looked away in embarrassment.

A tear slipped from her eye and she angrily wiped it away. Of what use was it crying over someone who wouldn't look twice at her anyway? The only reason he still wanted her around was that she was his mate. If she wasn't, he wouldn't even consider her as lover material, talk more of a life-long partner. She looked at herself in surprise. Was this her crying over a man? Something she had never done in her entire life. Since she had become Logan's mate, she had felt more conflicting emotions than she wanted to admit.

She quickly fled from the balcony and went inside the room, shutting the glass doors behind her. Before Logan should look up and see the pain in her eyes. She knew he would tease her about it and she didn't want to be so vulnerable that he would see that he had hurt her. Vulnerability was an emotion that was alien to her.

Once she was inside, she sank into the bed and buried her face in the pillows, trying not to scream aloud in tears. The mating bond between them made everything even twice as painful, and her heart throbbed as though she was in physical pain. But for the mating bond, she would not have felt anything seeing Logan hug another woman like that, but now she felt twice the pain and betrayal.

She stayed like that till evening, her raging emotions destabilizing her. She couldn't bring herself to move or do anything. All she could do was shed silent tears.

A knock snapped her out of her tears. She quickly stood up. "Coming!" She yelled and quickly dried her tears. It could be Logan. If it were, she did not want to see the satisfaction on her face when he saw tears in her eyes. She wanted to confront him about it without letting her emotions get in the way.

She moved to the door and opened it. But instead of Logan, it was a maid at the door. She felt her heart sink with disappointment and shook her head severely. Why was she so excited at the prospect of seeing a man who had broken her heart like this? The mating bond really did change her in so many ways.

"Yes?" She asked the maid. "What do you want?"

The maid took a step back in shock. She had been harsher to the maid than she wanted to. Aella was usually nice to the servants that cleaned her room and brought her food, so the maid was shocked when she replied in a very cruel tone.

"Um, the alpha told me to ask you if you wanted to come to have dinner with himself and Miss Louve or if you wanted to have your dinner in the room."

Oh, that was her name, wasn't it? Louve. She closed her eyes trying to keep her anger in check. How could he ever imagine that she would want to have dinner with his mistress. What did he take her for? She was his mate, yes. But that didn't give him the balls to treat her with such disregard.

She opened her eyes and looked at the maid with a shaky smile. "No, I'd rather have dinner in the room, thanks. Tell him that from me." She said.

The maid curtseyed and walked away. Aella sighed and closed the door behind her. She closed her eyes again, trying to gather her scattered emotions. She resolved to stop crying over him or even thinking about him at all. Her mate was not worth the tears.