The Alphas Sociopathic Mate

Chapter 8: Reunited

^^ Melody Youngblood

Chapter 8: Reunited

Logan

I had my arms crossed while I stared at the dark oak door.  I needed to put my hands somewhere before I ripped the door off the hinges and walked inside. I didn't want to be here, but part of me just wanted to see. What had my family done all these years? Had the pack changed? Was Landon doing a good job? Were people listening to him?

Thoughts and questions raced through my mind as we waited. Slowly, I gnawed on my lip nervously while waiting for the door to open. Dean stood, with his hands in the pockets of his beige slacks, his crisp light blue dress shirt complimented his eyes and his blonde hair was perfectly coiffed. He looked like he was another Alpha, coming to discuss pack business. Jake on the other hand, looked like he was contemplating climbing up the large house and jumping off. His sunglasses covered his eyes and his dark disheveled hair made it look like he just crawled out of bed. His jeans although black, were faded with holes in the knees and his shirt hung around him as he aimlessly tapped his foot.

"Take your time...fucking assholes." Jake muttered and Dean didn't even glance at him, he just kept his eyes on the door. When it finally opened, I instantly recognized the member as Craig Youngblood. He was three years older than me and always a friend to my brothers.

"Logan!?" He asked completely surprised and a smile came onto his face.

"Damn...come in. I knew rogues didn't take your crazy ass down." He said looking me up and down. I said nothing but stepped inside. My eyes scanning the familiar marble flooring, fancy vases and furniture. The place still looked the same; tacky as fuck and pretentious. This wasn't a house, it wasn't comfortable here. It was a museum.

"One second." Craig said disappearing going to touch my shoulder and I instantly moved from his reach and his hand dropped and without missing a beat he just smiled; "Be right back." He said quickly before leaving.

"Can we go?" I whispered to Dean, rubbing my arms. I was suddenly cold standing in my oversized t-shirt I stole from Jake. He knew I was stealing his shirts but he never said anything about it, even though I had a closet full of clothes.

"Logan calm down. Everything will be fine." Dean smiled and Jake's hands replaced my own and I didn't flinch from his touch, nor did I get any memories. My body leaned towards him, aching for the caring connection. I was so deprived from love, my body was craving for it, but it scared me just as quickly.

"Logan?" Someone asked and I turned, my eyes landing on Landon, Lincoln stood right behind him with a happy smile plastered on his face. Lincoln was always light-hearted and a jokester. He could never be Alpha with how not serious he was. He was the perfect beta for Landon, he always listened, though he had to give a hard time about it first.

I stood still as Jake removed his hands, but didn't leave my side. Landon walked forward with Lincoln behind him and Landon's hands went to touch me and I flinched instinctively while taking a step away and that set him off.

"Did someone hurt you?" Landon demanded, a low growl going through his chest, it practically shook the house on its beams.

"She has an ability; she can get a person's life story, their memories-all in a simple touch. She doesn't know how to control it yet and the act drains her." Jake explained, for once speaking up instead of Dean doing it. Jake was an alpha, with no desire for a pack...or I guess we were his pack. Dean and I, both.

"And you are?" Landon asked staring Jake up and down skeptically and a quick snort left me as I felt his thoughts course through me. All of their eyes landed on me, except for Jake.