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…

to speak

IT MICHAEL.” I yelled, throwing the pillow to the floor and stomping over to the door. I was only wearing sweatpants and I nearly pulled

didn’t look phased at all by my outburst. “There is something

that I need to go to this thing, but now there is

to remind you

YOU do not get to decide who my mate is and WHAT I DO with my mate

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

hall, clad in his cartoon bear apron, holding a frying pan with a pancake still cooking in

fine. I’m

laughed as I turned and

-

and I stood outside the packhouse. We were

out mate? Then I don’t want to be the third wheel

do we really want

get there. You can be without me

we both find our mate, or if we both don’t, it

and may even

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 him from the window. “Fine. You take your Lambo and I’ll

skip and grabbed the keys from our

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

take her home immediately and mark

'Unless she rejects us.'

scoffed. 'Why would any mate reject