Chapter 36

I couldn't help but look up at him and into his eyes that seemed to swirl with an emotion that I could only describe as longing. I hated to admit that I found Logan's scent appealing and intoxicating as Logan has said and in the few times that our bare skin had touched it had felt like tingles had danced across my skin which seemed to cause unknown feelings to blossom within me. It was all a trick; I was imagining it and that seemed like the only logical explanation. 'Do you only have one mate?' I wrote before showing him. I watched as Logan's eyes seemed to flash with anger and what looked like hurt as his eyes re-read what I had written. I had asked because if Logan had another mate that meant that I didn't have to be his forever. "Esme," my mum said softly as I turned to look at her, "you and Logan are mates and there's nothing that you can do. Werewolves only have one mate and in their world mates are very important, they are treasured and Logan's wolf mad