Alpha's Blind Luna

Chapter 3

***Logan’s POV***

“LOGAN!”

I groaned and rolled over in bed.

“I swear to god Logan. If you think you are getting out of leaving, you got another thing coming.”

“Since when have you been excited for these stupid Gathering events.” I covered my head with my pillow. Bryan was too damn loud this morning.

“It’s not the Gathering, Alpha. It’s the supernatural bar thats in the city over! They have a damn fine singer coming in and I have been wanting to go since I was like eighteen!” Bryan whined against the door.

I threw my pillow at the door. This was the first day in years my workload had been cleared and I had every intention of sleeping in. I had taken over the pack at the young age of fourteen. My parents had died that year and we had lost nearly half our pack members. Now, we were the second largest pack, under the Alpha King himself. I prided myself in the strength of my pack and I demanded respect. It took a bit, but we got there. Now twenty-three, I had a handle on everything regarding my pack. Minus being able to get out of the Gathering activities.

There was still an Elder Council that unfortunately weighed in a lot of old ideas and ideals. One being that the pack needed a Luna. Frankly, I didn’t need anyone. I had taken on the pack in full, including the duties of the Luna. Bryan, my Beta, was twenty-one and also had not found his mate but you didn’t see them hounding him to find his mate.

I had been to every single one of these stupid events since I was thirteen. Not a single time did my mate show up. And now I was worried that I would end up being ten years older than my mate. Bryan would tease me constantly about it. But apparently there were a few who had recently gotten their wolves and it was supposed to be an exciting Gathering this time.

“Please Alpha. Please.”

“Good goddess, Bryan. A man needs his sleep. For once in your life let me sleep in.”

Silence came from the other side and I sighed in relief. Finally. I could…

need to

to the floor and stomping over to the door. I was only wearing sweatpants and I nearly pulled the door off the hinges as I

phased at all by my outburst. “There is something we need to discuss if

thing, but now there is more if I DO find her? Where was this talk

his throat. “We just want to remind you that rejection will not

it’s not only my decision. I will have you know, YOU do not get to decide who my mate is and WHAT I DO with my mate when I find her. So do NOT tell me what will or won’t be tolerated.” I growled and it

his neck bared to me, showing his submission for me as Alpha. He slowly backed away before leaving the house. I pinched the bridge of

clad in his cartoon bear apron, holding a frying pan with

fine. I’m gonna grab a

and got ready for the

-

the packhouse. We were looking at

finds out mate? Then I don’t want to be the third wheel and neither

really want

there. You can be without me for four hours Alpha.” Bryan chuckled and I

if we both don’t, it will be

just a little? I mean between you and me, we are the most eligible werewolf bachelors in the whole damn US, and may even include Canada. We

was smart. Smart, meticulous, and strategic. When he wanted to be. The other times he was an immature frat boy who came home with a yellow Lamborghini because it called to

and grabbed the keys from

Bugatti. Bryan was already off and I pulled out, following his trail. It would be four hours to the Midnight Moon pack. I turned on the radio and leaned back, settling into the ride. My thoughts ran to what I would do if I did find my

immediately and mark her.' Cato said matter

'Unless she rejects us.'

'Why would any mate reject