Chapter 60
***Logan***
Presently
I paced about my room as I pondered on my next move and how to execute my plan. I was getting weary from waiting. I didn't know if my letter got to Larissa or not as she didn't respond. I was frustrated.
Was that really how she wanted to play the game? Just leave me and pretend I wasn't a part of her life? Even if she didn't want to come back to me that was fine with me but I really needed her help. This one time. I hadn't ever asked her for anything in my life and now that I did she wasn't willing to help me.
I hadn't meant to threaten her that way but I was growing out of patience. I had heard about her, she was one of the top best doctors in the human world and I was particular that she could help heal my father. My father was ailing and it terrified me. I didn't want to watch my father die. I had lost almost everything, I was going bankrupt trying to get him back in shape but all efforts were futile.
My mother didn't want to talk to me and when she did she told me if anything happened to my father she would never forgive me. And she was right. I was accountable for everything that had happened to my father. If I hadn't fought with him that night he'd still be his healthy self. But he had provoked me.
I only wanted a man to man talk with my dad on that full moon to express myself. To let him know how I felt deep down but he hadn't considered my point valid. No matter how much I told him I regretted mating with Alvina and it should have been Larissa, he kept saying it was irrelevant talk. Had it been Larissa I had mated with, I knew everything would have fallen into the right place for me, but no, my father insisted I take someone else.
I couldn't, I just couldn't make another mistake. I only wanted Larissa. But my father saw her as nothing but the traitor’s daughter. He had said that that night and it had provoked me. Although she wasn't with me, I couldn't tolerate any more insults they hurled at her. They needed to let her be at least she wasn't here anymore.
Provoked, I yelled at my father and stood up for Larissa. I warned him not to say anymore words about her because she never deserved what they said to her. All she had been was loyal but what did she get in return? Nothing but humiliation.
My father had been so mad and angered and that led to a deadly fight between us two. He felt betrayed that I had supported a traitor’s daughter and challenged me to a fight since I felt I wasn't a coward for being on her side. I was terrified because my strength couldn't be compared to his as he was a senior Alpha.
The fight was so intense we had to shape shift to our wolf form to continue. I was raged because he thought me a coward and because of his hate towards Larissa and that had driven me to defeat my father. I didn't stop until he was badly injured and near death.
Now there was no help for him in the pack. The physicians couldn't do anything to save him and the neighbouring physician's efforts were barren.
I sat on the bed as I reflected in anger. I was confused. Was it worth it or not? My mother didn't like me, she kept reminding me of how selfish I was. She told me if anything happened to my father, it was all my fault and she was right about it. My father was dying and I couldn't handle it.
And Larissa was just so stubborn headed. She was prideful now and I couldn't blame her though. She was on the billboards, she was big now. A public figure. But if she wasn't going to come to me willingly, then I'd do it the hard way.
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***Larissa***
I groaned as I dragged the cumbersome box out of the kitchen. I was exhausted but I needed to clean up as it was my off day at the clinic. The only time I had to take care of myself and attend to the house duties.
I missed Margaret a lot but thankfully I had Jack who was always up and ready to assist me. It wasn't his day off today, but he had called in sick at the hospital just so he could assist me and I was grateful I had him.
I went to arrange the clothes in the wardrobe when something fell out from the clothes. I looked down and stifled when I saw it was a tulip. A white tulip. I hesitated before I picked it up and tears welled up in my eyes.
It was the tulip flower of promise, as we called it in my pack. Logan had given me one that night at the love nest in the woods where we had sex. He had looked me directly in the eyes and told me it was a representation of our love and that whenever I saw one, I should know he was close to me and also with me.
But he had lied.
He ruined their promise of our undying love when he chose her over me. If it was any other girl it would've been different but he chose to be mated with the girl who made every daylight a living nightmare for me.
I caressed the petals of the flower wondering how it managed to stay so fresh after staying in my clothes for so long. This particular flower grew only in our pack and it reminded me of every pain he had caused me.
“It's beautiful,” Jack said as he draped his arms around my shoulders.
I secretly wiped my tears away before I whirled around to face him. I placed the flower on the chest, “Yeah it is.”
“Oh yeah, you like tulips?” He asked and he reached for it and scrutinised it, “Wow, this is rare. I haven't seen anything like it before.”
“Yeah, I snatched the flower from him, “It's just a flower I picked when I was at kassy’s on Sunday.”
“We should put it in a vase and you can set it on your bedside chest, so it's the first thing you see when you wake up. You look so fondly at it.”
“No, I don't want it,” I said and walked to the bin and began to rip the flower into shreds as tears rolled down my cheek.
Jack gasped and tried to stop me but the flower was ruined already. He stared at me with worry in his eyes.
“You shouldn't have destroyed it.”
“I don't want it anymore. Maybe if you get me tulips then I would put them in a vase so they will be the first thing I see when I awake. That way, I know it was given to me by someone who loves me.”
Jack smiled and pulled me in for a hug while tears rolled down my cheek. I hugged him back tightly that I felt either of us would crush. I hated logan.
I thought I was done with healing and that I could move on without thinking about him but I had lied. I loved him a lot, And my kids reminded me of him. They were his replica and it hurt so bad. My son Daniel, had once asked who Logan was because he said I always called his name in my sleep.
But now he was back in my life as though he never left and was threatening to take away the thing I treasured the most. My peace. All because of his dying father. If he could go this length for the people he loved, why didn't he do the same for me? Because I was just Larissa? And he was The Alpha.
I hated his father and deep down I didn't want him to recover. I wanted him dead.