My Dark Mate [2021: Editing]

Chapter 8

“Do not joke about weddings Jen. You should know that I am a wedding enthusiast. I’m not only invited; I’m going to plan the whole thing!” I announced.

She cringed. “No pink!”

I pretended to take out a pen and jot down a note. “Got it, lots and lots of pink. Pink cake, dress, flowers, and chapel; side note, bride wants only bright pink, no exceptions!”

She laughed as I continued to pretend write. “Glad you’re feeling better.” She said cautiously; as if she was afraid the tears would burst from me at any moment.

“I really am actually; so you have to let me plan your wedding or I’m not going to be able to stop crying until next week.”

“Well I can’t have my Luna doing that.” She said as she looked up; pretending to be deep in thought. When what she’d said registered; her eyes widened and she slapped her forehead so hard the sound made me flinch. “I am so sorry, Chelsea. I said the ‘L’ word.” She grumbled.

I still felt a little ache in my chest but it was now easy to ignore. I waved my hand at her; signalling her to calm down. “It’s no problem Jen. Like I was saying earlier, I feel way better. So, am I planning the wedding or not?!” I demanded, eager to change the mood back to the playful one we’d had earlier.

She made a show of sighing. “Fine, you can plan it!” She said; throwing her arms up in the air.

I giggled at her exasperated expression.  I racked my brain for something else to talk about. “You know, I don’t even know your full name?”

“Oh, it’s Collins, Jennifer Collins.” She said; in a horrible impression of James Bond’s voice.

I held my hand out to her. “Mine is Delaney, Chelsea Delaney.” I said in the same manner. “Mine was way better.” I said as I flashed a smug grin.

She gasped. “It was not!” She yelled.

“It was too!”

***

We continued to behave like little children for a while before we finally realised how funny the whole situation was and stopped. “This is the most fun I’ve had all year.” Jen muttered as she lay on the couch beside me. I nodded.

“Just wait until your birthday. That will definitely be way more fun.” I said enthusiastically. We were now both looking up at the ceiling of the living room. Seeing as the couch was L-shaped; Jen was laying on one end of it while I was on the other; our head positioned at the intersection so that it was easy to talk.

“I don’t think so. I don’t really celebrate my birthday.” She said; shrugging. “Oh, by the way, I’m sorry for breaking your bedroom door and attacking you on yours.”

I chuckled at the extremely odd apology. “No problem. I’ll come steal your cake; then we’ll be even.” She laughed with me before she abruptly stopped.

“You’re not serious right?” I only laughed in response to her terror filled expression; which was probably a result of Jen thinking of losing her birthday cake. Her eyes suddenly glazed over as she took in a message. The moment the whole thing came through, she sighed.

I cocked a brow. “What’s up?” She stood up and slipped into her jacket.

“The Alpha is done for the day. It’s time for me to go.” She said; moving to the door. “Thank you for everything, Luna. I had an amazing time spending the day with you.” She said, smiling.

I returned her smile. “It’s just Chelsea, Jen. And you’re welcome.” She bowed at me.

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to stick with Luna.” She muttered before slipping out the door.

I quickly rearranged the cushions that had landed everywhere during our cushion war; making sure to listen out for any sound at the front door while I did. Just as I picked up the last cushion; my mate’s scent hit me full on. I whirled around so fast I almost fell as the world wobbled around me. Logan wrapped an arm around my waist as he steadied me.

He grabbed the cushion that had fallen out of my hand from the floor and held it out to me as he cocked a brow. “Jen and I had a cushion fight.” I muttered; forcing my words out as quickly as I could. I ripped the cushion from his hand; tossing it onto the couch as I whispered a cold “thanks.”

After a few tense minutes of just staring at each other, he finally spoke. “I’m leaving,” he said; his words cutting into my heart. My wolf and I were both in agony at the thought of him leaving us but I forced a deadpan expression onto my face and blocked off my emotions to hide my pain from him. Anger flared in me at my weakness. I couldn’t believe that just two of his words could hurt me as much as it did. He was shoving me; his mate, away and for some reason I didn’t no; couldn't, hate him.

At that moment, I wondered whether I was the one with the emotional problems instead of him. “I have some pack business to take care of. I should be back in a week.” He continued. My wolf howled with joy as we realised he wasn’t leaving to get away from us. Even if he was; I didn’t care because he would still be coming back. Seriously, talk about emotional problems right?

I had somehow managed to keep the neutral mask on my face this whole time and worked on keeping it there long enough to escape to my room. “You didn’t have to tell me, it's not like I matter to you!”I snapped; not let my relief show as I shoved my way out of his embrace and left.

The moment I shut the door; I slid down its surface until I was resting on the floor. Even if we haven't  marked each other; the bond was still strong. That empty feeling I'd experienced earlier was incredibly uncomfortable and Logan had only been gone for a day. I was definitely not looking forward to feeling that way for a week. I sighed. This is going to be a very long week. My wolf muttered. I just silently agreed with her as I stood up to get ready for bed.