The Alphas Sociopathic Mate

Chapter 2: How Are You, Logan?

^^ Logan Everton

Chapter 2: How Are You, Logan?

Logan

(Four years later)

"Logan, are you going to say anything?" My therapist asked. I squeezed the ball in my hand before throwing it at the ceiling and watching it stick carefully, before it fell back down into my hand.

"My life...is like this ball." I began and my therapist looked at me. She sat every day in that damn chair, listening to me rant about things, or just sitting and watching me most days. Most days, like today were the same. I didn't want to talk. I was doing the therapist bid to keep in line with what the foster care system wanted me to do.

"And the foster homes are the ceiling." I said while sitting up. I spread my legs and leaned my elbows on them.

"How so?" She asked curiously and I grinned while pointing at her.

"I go up." I said while throwing the ball up and not looking at it and she remained staring into my eyes.

"And then they kick me out and I come back." I said as I caught the ball while not looking. Werewolf reflexes, they came in handy sometimes. My therapist helped me to the best of her abilities, it wasn't her fault that I was a stubborn jackass who didn't want to talk. I was constantly in and out of foster homes, this next one being the very last one before they kick me out. I was almost eighteen, meaning my time was running short.

Dean and Jake were their names. All I knew is that they had been married a few years and have been fostering troubled kids like me for a bit and I was their new conquest. Many have tired to tame the mighty Logan Everton and none have succeeded.

"Why do you dye your hair Logan?" My therapist asked and I rolled my eyes and sighed while flopping back on the leather couch. My blue hair was covering my face, but I didn't move it.

Once I left my lovely pack, I had to change it up a bit. I was invisible even while being a great Youngblood pack member. No one knew me, I was not important. So, a little spicy hair change and a new last name and - boom, I was Logan Everton. After my grandmother, she always said I was a strong Everton and she was right.

"I'm hoping that the chemicals in the hair dye will remove any memories from my past life." I said while moving the strands from my face.

"Why Logan? Maybe it is time we discussed the Youngblood's-" She began and I sat up quickly and pointed at her. Anna was used to my antics, my fighting, the violence and my charms. It didn't phase her one bit.

"Anna, I trust you. Don't break that trust by talking about shit that doesn't matter." I warned lowly and she sighed while closing her book and setting her silver capped pen down. She would never tell me what she writes about me, so, one day I broke into her office and I found the sociopath behaviour checklist; quite a bit of the check boxes were marked off, but she claimed it was due to childhood trauma and that I could still function in society.

Lucky me.

"Logan please, this is your last house or they are kicking you out early. I have known Dean and Jake and they are good people. They will respect your space." She pleaded and I rolled my eyes while smirking.

"I'll give them a chance, happy?" I grinned while setting the ball down and she nodded. I grabbed the worn out black leather jacket from the arm rest and shrugged it on over my shoulders. I stole it from my foster sister a few years ago and to this day they don't know who stole it.

I grabbed the small tin holding cigarettes and a lighter and I took one out and placed it between my lips and Anna gave me a warning look and I chuckled while holding up my hands.