Chapter 47

Harper’s POV

“Should you be using your healing magic so soon after you wake up?” Jenna asks, hovering over me. Logan watches from the other side of the room as I sit in the middle of my hospital bed, healing myself.

“I’ll just heal it a little bit,” I tell her, closing my eyes and feeling for my magic.

“You only woke up a few hours ago. I don’t think you should be using your energy so quickly,” Jenna says for the second time. She’s not wrong, but I can’t stay here. I need to remember what happened so I can find the person who did this.

“Logan, tell her this isn’t safe.”

Footsteps sound, and then Logan’s voice is right next to me, “She’s a doctor too, Jenna. She knows her limits.”

“I don’t know,” Jenna says softly. “Maybe I should call Alpha Lucas here and—”

Opening my eyes, I look up at her, asking, “Why would you do that?”

“Because he—”

“Because he’s the Alpha,” Logan jumps in, “But I don’t think he should be here either. Harper has already turned him away twice. She doesn’t want him here.”

He’s not completely wrong. Lucas came almost right after I woke up, and I turned him away. The second time he came, Logan turned him away.

“Why can’t he come see her?” Jenna huffs, throwing her arms up. “He’s the one who—”

“Who made her so tired after their fight that she couldn’t defend herself,” Logan finishes for her, which only seem to make her angrier. “Now, Jenna, you should get back to work. I can handle Harper from here on out.”

Jenna looks at me, and when I nod, she growls and storms out of the room while muttering under her breath. I don’t catch what she says, but I don’t focus on that. I close my eyes and focus inward, feeling for my magic.

Taking steady breaths, I allow my magic to spread through my body. Like a warm, soothing salve, it settles over the damage riddling my body. The soft tingles fill each injury, chasing away the ache and mending the skin.

I grow tired quickly since I don’t have much energy, and I recall the magic.

“Can you bring me a mirror?”

Logan jumps to action and snatches a hand mirror from the nurse’s cart.

“Hold it up so I can see my back,” I tell him, looking over my shoulder. The claw marks aren’t fully healed, but they’re not open wounds anymore, so I’m satisfied to let them heal regularly from here.

However, I’ll probably have a pretty ugly scar since I didn’t get to heal it sooner.

“Do you really blame Lucas for what happened?” Logan sits next to me, his expression curious as he looks at me.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I didn’t think about it until you brought it up, but if I blame him, that wouldn’t be fair,” I mutter, pulling my knees to my chest. “I chose to fight Lucas, so it’s not entirely his fault.”

When I look up at Logan again, he’s staring at his hands. He keeps doing that. Since I woke up, he’s been… off. Something about him is different, but I can’t put my finger on what it is.

“Are you sure you’re the one who found me?”

Logan’s head whips up, “Why? Would you rather have had someone else find you? Someone like Lucas?”

“What? I was just…”

“You two seem to gravitate toward each other when you’re near, he states, raising a brow. Do we? I try to think back to the times I see him, and I admit that we do end up in the room together a lot. Usually, I’m healing one of his warriors, but even when I try to avoid Lucas, I see him everywhere.

My mind flashes with images of me falling into Lucas’s arms after the fight, to the feel of his hands on my hips, to the way his lips fit perfectly with mine…

“That’s because he’s my boss,” I snap, shoving the thoughts into the depths of my mind. My mate is sitting right in front of me, and I’m thinking about kissing another man.

Logan grunts and stands, “Well, maybe there’s more between the two of you than you think.”

With that, he walks out of the room, leaving me confused. What the hell just happened? He thinks there’s something between me and Lucas? Also, why did he not sound upset about it?

I feel like any other man would be fuming if he thought his mate had feelings for another man.

A knock sounds on the door, but when I look up, it’s not Logan.

Lucas stands in the doorway with a single flower in his hand. A carnation. My favorite.

“What are you doing here?” The words come out softer than I mean for them to. He walks over to the chair Logan vacated, and when he doesn’t say anything, I add, “Are you here to fight me again?”

“No.”

“Are you here to scold me for not getting hurt because I couldn’t defend myself?”

“No.” Lucas’s face pinches in anger, but all he does is hold the flower out to me. The pink petals sway with the motion, and I accept the flower.

“Then why are you here?” I ask carefully. He steps closer, and I freeze.

Strong, warm fingers brush my shoulder, trailing to the back of my neck where he grips me and gently pushes me forward. My heart jolts and my skin tingles from his touch, and I swear I can feel his eyes moving over my back.

Suddenly, I wish I’d asked Jenna for a gown that covers my back.

“You healed yourself,” Lucas says with a relived sigh.

“I did.”

What else am I supposed to say? He continues to stare at me for a moment before releasing me and running a hand through his messy hair.

“Why wouldn’t you let me see you earlier?” He growls. “You should have let me know you were okay and that—”

“I’m sorry, but I was a little busy trying to rest without interruptions.”

Lucas growls again, huffing and shaking his head.

“Do you remember who did this to you?”

“I don’t.”

A lie. I can still see Sierra’s claws gleaming in the moonlight and dripping with my blood. I can hear her laughter as she kicks me.

I remember everything, which is why I can’t say anything.

“You should leave.”

“And you shouldn’t be so stubborn when someone is trying to help you,” Lucas growls.

I grit my teeth and look down at the flower he brought. Lucas shouldn’t be here. If Sierra finds out, she might come after me again. Him being so close and doing things like giving me flowers will only make her angrier.

“I don’t want you here,” I say, forcing the words to leave my mouth.

Even as I say them, they feel wrong. I want to take them back, but I’m torn between feeling comfortable and wanting to be safe. Something in me wants him to stay, but if Sierra finds out, I might not leave with scars.

Knowing Sierra, I doubt she’ll let me off without getting revenge.

Lucas stares down at me before sighing, “Fine. I’ll leave.”

I watch, my heart aching as he turns and leaves. I rub at my aching chest as he disappears into the hallway, unsure why the sight of Lucas walking away hurts so much more than watching Logan walk away.

It should be the opposite, but something about Lucas just tears at my heart.

“You alright?” Logan asks as he sits down. He doesn’t address the flower in my hands, and again, I find it odd.

“I’m fine.”

“Good, I thought we could talk about Sierra’s wedding. It’s coming up soon, and since you’re healing quickly, I wanted to ask you to be my date.”

Right. Sierra and Lucas are getting married.

Soon.

A heavy weight presses on my heart, and I find my eyes moving down to the flower in my hands. Why would he give me this? Why is he affecting me so much?

“Logan, I’d like to rest, if that’s okay,” I whisper, laying down and turning away to hide the tears that fill my eyes.

“Sure,” Logan says softly. “I’ll see you later.”

I set the flower on the bedside table and sigh.

What am I supposed to do if my heart wants something it can’t have?