Chapter 5

Hazel's POV

Hazel’s point of View

My head hurt and some part of my body were numb. I tossed in bed while I rubbed my eyes and finally opened them.

At the moment, I was fully awake with my eyes wide open and I realized that I was not in my room. The room looked familiar but it was not my room. I also took in the scent of someone I never want to see. I lifted my throbbing head up and I saw Logan’s eyes peering at me.

What was happening? I looked around again and realized that I was actually in Logan’s room and he was leaning against a wall with his legs crossed.

“What am I doing here?”

I looked around fearfully. Did he do anything to me? Did he touch me? I felt myself for a while and I was okay and I didn’t feel weird; he didn’t hurt me.

I tried to climb down from his bed but I was weak and drousey. One of my legs hit the cold floor and I felt dizzier.

“What did you do to me?” I questioned him angrily, not hiding my hate for this werewolf in my tone.

“Did you touch me?” I ask again and he sighed.

“What nonsense.” He pauses and stands straight, his hooded black eye peering at mine. I wad able to stop staring at him and stand up from his bed.

“What am I doing in your room Logan?” I knew he did nothing to me. I was not hurt but what was I doing here in his room? Logan never let me in his room except when it is time for the room to get cleaned so what wqs I doing here?

“Do you think that I want to have anything to do with you? I, Logan, want to have something to do with a despicable person like you? You are nothing, so don’t you ever think that I want to have something to do with you.” He spat these harsh words that I am already used to. I did not get hurt by his words but I just wanted to know how I ended up in his room.

“You have not answered my questions Logan. What am I doing here?” I raised my voice a little as anxiety crept in my system. Nervousness and a large amount of uncomfortability was radiating all over me. I was scared of Logan but I wasn't going to let him know that.

“Do you not remember how you got here?” he asked. He was surprised at first but then he went back to staring daggers at me.

“No!” I said profoundly

“You do not know how you got here or what you were doing before you got here?”

“I was walking back home and the next moment I woke up in your room. What is happening?”

“You do not remember what happened? Where you had gone to and how you fainted how I rescued you?” He asked and I blinked repeatedly because it all sounded like something he would make up. Typical Logan, lying about almost everything.

“What are you even saying Logan? You must have kidnapped me.” I yelled and I regret it because it was just dumb. If he had kidnapped me, I would not be in his room wondering why I was there.

“I did no such thing to you. I saw you walking into the woods and got suspicious, followed you there and saved you from crossing the boundary.” My jaw dropped when he explained further. He would stoop this low to hide the truth and protect himself?

“You are lying Logan! I demand the truth.”

“Why would I lie to you?” He was angry, I know this because he raised is voice and was flaring up.

“Then how did I end up in your room Logan?” I was now standing in front of him. My breathing is hitched and I was still dizzy and unable to understand or fantom a word that Logan was saying to me.

He pulled me to himself. He wrapped his hand tightly around my waist. He was squeezing me and I could feel his hot breath fanning against my neck. His musky smell was all I could inhale and I wanted more. He held me tighter and I felt my clit tighten because of the effect. He was my mate and I had this feeling for him but I had to kill it because my mate didn’t want me and didn’t deserve me.

I struggled to get loose, but his grip tightened. “ Hazel, do you think that I want you, that I like you? Do you think I want anything to do with you? I only saved you and you should be grateful.” He said. He was looking directly into my eyes and I was doing same. I could see the hate for me in his eyes.

“I want nothing to do with you, Logan.”

“Are you sure about that?” He had an awful smirk on his face and I hated everything about it.

“Let me go, Logan.” I yelped and peeled my eyes off him.

“Why?” He countered mele and took a strand of my hair and twirled it with his fingers.

“Why do you want me to let you go? Do you feel anything? The mate bond?” His hand loosened around my waist and I could feel his hand touch my butt. He held me there and I look at him anxiously.

“Do you feel this.” He took his other hand and brushed it against my lips. As he did this, I felt my clit clinch. I was getting wet just having him touch me that way and I knew it was because of the mate bond, and I hated it so much.

Logan leaned in on me and I forgot that he had a girlfriend or that he ever hated me and I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to feel his lips on mine.

I parted my lips and got ready for the kiss but he pulled back and he had a dirty smirk on his face.

“I can smell your arousal Hazel. You want me. How then do you want me to let you go?” He asked and I am forced to pull away from him.

"I hate you Logan."