Taking Whats His

Chapter Twenty Eight.

Chapter Twenty Eight.

I groaned awake, resisting the urge to stretch knowing that the pinch in my side would only worsen. It was tolerable for now but any slight movement would no doubt open up the gash that I knew was embedded in my side.

The memories of the battle were still freshly imprinted in my mind. Every single detail replayed over and over again in my mind like a CD that was stuck of repeat. The last thing I remember I was Logan reassuring me my dad was dead and that I was finally safe.

The news that my dad was dead didn't bother me as much as I knew that it should. He was my dad, at one point in my life my dad had been loving and caring I was sure of it but for as long as I could remember my dad was nothing but a monster. Before the challenge I would have cried over the loss of my dad but what had happened has proven that he was no longer worth my tears. It may have been heartless but I had cried my last tear for my dad the day of the challenge.

I opened my eyes slowly. The invasion of a bright, white light had me blinking rapidly. I was familiar with the ceiling above and knew that I was in the pack hospital. My eyesight was no longer blurry and I began to look around seeing that I was the only one in the hospital wing, the beds on either side of me empty.

The only other person in the room was Logan. My heart swelled at the sight of Logan, slouched in the chair beside my bed, his feet crossed at the ankles resting at my side on the bed and his arms folded across his chest, tucked securely under his armpits. Logan looked so peaceful asleep; his head tilted to the side and mouth slightly open as he slept. His hair was sticking up in all different directions from where he'd been no doubt running his fingers through it repeatedly.

My eyes trailed over his entire form searching for any visible injury or sign that he was hurting in any way but after a minute of looking over every inch of him I could see that he was fine. Any injury that he may have had seemed to have healed by now.

He looked so beautiful, so relaxed. The man in front of me had vowed to protect me from the very beginning and he had done just that. My wolf and I smiled slightly, feeling nothing but love for our mate. I wanted to wake him up, to thank him and tell him just how much he meant to me.

I also knew that as soon as he knew I was awake that I would be in trouble, a lot of trouble for putting myself at risk. Logan was no doubt angry at the fact that I had challenged my dad. I just hoped that he would forgive me and see that I only every wanted to protect him and the pack from the threat that I had forced them to face.

A glass of water was resting on the table beside my bed and I wasted no time in reaching over and downing the entire contents of the glass. My mouth no longer felt dry and I took full advantage of it wanting nothing more than to hear Logan's voice.

"Logan," I whispered softly, hoping to wake him gently. I moved my hands to my sides so that I could force myself into a seating position. The pain in my side had me biting on my lower lip to stop myself from whimpering but after a few seconds I was sitting upright on the bed.

Logan reacted within a second of me whisper. He jumped up from the chair instantly, looking around the room scanning for any sort of danger. I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of Logan's confused face drawing his attention to me where I sat, awake on the hospital bed.

"You're awake." He exclaimed launching himself at the bed so that he could take my face in between his hands and pressed soft kisses over my exposed skin causing me to laugh loudly. Tingles were dancing across my face and spreading through my body dulling any pain I felt.

"Hi." I smiled, feeling an ache already in my cheeks from smiling so much.

Logan's forehead now rested against mine. His chocolate brown eyes were starring in my own as he still held my face gently.