Chapter 123

Logan

Work without seeing Emily's beautiful face is like torture. Throughout the rough schedule of my days, she was the one thing that kept me steady, the one thing that kept me grounded as chaos reigned from all around me. Emily is the one constant that kept me saying and calm, but now that she is not here, I can feel myself breaking at the seams.

Juggling the pack responsibilities, as well as the stress from my campaign responsibilities has made me more stressed than I ever anticipated to be. I never expected that it would be so hard to juggle two things at once, to hold the weight of my pack’s expectations as well as my father's.

All I want to do is to go home and lay in bed beside Emily, to take care of her and get her whatever it is that she needs to feel safe and okay. I can't even imagine what it is like to be in her shoes. I simply do not know how she must be feeling after my father put the unexpected weight of responsibility on her shoulders once he found out about the pregnancy.

She must feel so stressed. I can only sit here and wish that I could be there at her side instead of working constantly in this small office. She gets to have all the breaks in the world while I work nonstop, but it is a trade-off that I will happily accept any day.

I pick up a stack of papers from my desk, looking at the contracts and budget forms with a close eye. Everything looks good, but I just need one last seal of approval before I fully sign the papers, the black ink staining the page, permanent and unmovable.

I walk out to Emily’s desk and look up, half expecting for her to be sitting there with that beautiful smile on her face. She is not there, though, and I feel a slight stinging of defeat and an annoyance flash through my heart. I know that she isn't here, but a part of me wishes that she would remain as stubborn as she was before and show up despite the hardship that she is going through.

I look up for my papers and turn around, noticing Delilah standing by my office door. I raise an eyebrow and stay where I am, not wanting to close any type of distance between us.

“What are you doing here? I thought you left,” I speak, crossing my arms over my chest.

Delilah immediately takes a step forward, her hands folded in front of her self. She looks up at me with regretting her eyes, slightly teary and glossy, a silent to ask for forgiveness and mercy. I do not know if I have it in me to give it to her.

“I told you that I'm here to help. I know that I messed things up between us before, but I hope that I can show you that I have changed and that I truly want to help,” Delilah says. “Please, Logan, let me help.”

I am hesitant to even respond to her. I look around the office, noticing that everybody is up and out of their seats, rushing to work on something before they can get started on the next project. I let out a shaky sigh and turn to look back at Delilah, nearing my eyes at her. She does not flinch or waver, simply looking at me with those doe like eyes and warm smile.

My pack needs the extra set of hands. With emily not here, things have gotten out of control real fast. We need all of the help that we can get, and I am very much willing to aside my pride and prejudices against Delilah in order to get that help.

“Fine,” I breathe out, “but one mistake in you're out, okay? We can't have a repeat of last time.”

Delilah nodded her smile brightens. She rushes away to see what she can do, and I watch her, my eyes meeting Carla’s. I wave her over, and she immediately obeys, taking her place at my side. Eileen over to her and watch the room as Delilah joins in on the chaos.

“Keep an eye on her. Work with her,” I whisper so that nobody else in the room can hear, “I don’t trust her and we can’t afford another mistake. Not now.”

I pull away and look down at Carla. She simply nods in response, slowly walking away to attach herself at Delilah’s side. I watch as they smile and laugh with one another, Carla dropping a stack of paperwork into her hands.

I let out a huff of air and turn back into my office, needing to lessen the egg that builds inside of my head. Making my way over to the couch, I lay down and close my eyes, hoping that the pain will leave me sometime soon. Before I know it, I am fast asleep, exhaustion taking over my body.

I wake up hours later. I feel something heavy on my lap, the object moving around of its own volition. I grown and try to sit up just to be pushed back down again, opening my eyes to see Delilah straddling my waist.

My eyes shoot open. It is dark outside, and I am sure that the office workers have left for the day. It is just Delilah and I inside of my office.

Delilah holds a cell phone in her hand, the camera facing towards us as she takes a multitude of pictures. I am in shock, unsure of what to do or say. My hands immediately attach themselves to Delilah's waist, her eyes meeting mine as a twisted smirk forms across her face.

“Oh! I knew you wanted this as much as I did — hey!” Delilah begins to speak, but is interrupted by me, showing her off of my body.

I get off of the couch and put as much distance between Delilah and I as possible as soon as I turn around, though, she has attached herself to my chest, and I am forced to push her away again, using much more force than I did last time. Delilah dramatically falls to the ground and begins to cry, her tears and wails filling the office.

“Logan, please!” she cries out, on her knees in front of me, phone still in her hand. I lean down and ripped the device from her grip, turning my attention to opening up the phone instead of her cries. “I didn't mean to! I just miss you so much! I thought that this would be away for us to be together again!”

“Be quiet,” I growl in her direction. I step away and head towards the exit of my office, swinging open the doors just to slam it right behind me. I stand in front of the doors, keeping my back pressed against it as Delilah tries to force her way out.

Unable to get inside of her phone, I slipped mine out from my pocket and quickly find her father's name in my contacts. He is another powerful Alpha, one of my peers in the world of politics. I pressed his name and bring the phone to my ear, listening to the dial tone before the man answers.

“Get to my office now,” my voice is rough and harsh over the call, “your daughter has just assaulted me.”