Chapter 124

Logan

Delilah's cries for mercy and forgiveness are muffled through the wooden door of my office. I wrapped my belt around the handles, keeping her inside, so that she may not be able to escape from the consequences of our own actions. Her father immediately agreed to find me at my office, already apologizing in advance for what it is as she has done.

The thing is, I do not want her forgiveness or her father's. All I want is for her to leave me alone and to try and stop interfering with my marriage. I want her to know that my heart belongs to Emily, not to her, that I will never love her like I did in college…I didn't even love her in college. It was just a relationship, nothing more.

I sit in Emily's chair, my eyes focused on the pictures on her desk. Framed photographs of us from our wedding as well as one of the first dates we took together, a date that the two of us for ourselves to go on, line the perimeter of her desk. It is nice to know what she looks at when she is looking, to know that she also finds the same comfort in photos of ourselves just as I do.

The doors to the office open. I look up and notice Delilah's father walk in. He wears his pajamas with a coat covering his body, a stressed look on his face. I stand and greet him, extending my hand for a handshake.

“Thank you for meeting me here, Daniel, I really appreciate it,” I say to him in an attempt to keep things calm, cool, and collected.

“It is the least that I could do for you, Logan, I am just so sorry that my daughter has pushed the boundaries of her professional relationship with you. It is sad for me to see her ruin something so good in her life, you know?” Daniel speaks.

I not in agreement, knowing exactly how he feels. I know what it is like to feel the sting of disappointment in somebody that you love so much, watching them make every wrong choice and mistake that they could possibly make their lives. Reid is the same exact way, especially with Emily’s stepsister, Chloe.

“I want you to know that her mother and I are embarrassed of her actions. We apologize on her behalf if she hasn't already and we can only ask for your forgiveness in this time as well as your understanding that she is going through a lot right now. She isn't acting like herself since the accident,” Danielle lets out an exasperated sigh.

Ah. Right. The “accident.”

Daniel is referring to Delilah's accident after we graduated from college. She got into a car accident, being the one to cause it. She was drunk behind the wheel and injured a lot of people, leaving one person paralyzed for the rest of their life.

While I can understand the grief and remorse that she feels towards the event, it was so long ago since the car accident happened. The people in the accident have moved on, so I do not understand why she is trying so desperately to hold onto something in the past.

Perhaps she thinks that with me, I will be able to solve all of her problems for her just like I did in college. This is something that she's going to have to do on her own, perhaps through years of therapy and rehab. It will have to be something done far away from me, away from the life that I'm currently building with the love of my life.

“It’s alright,” I wave him away, not wanting this to explode into something more than it actually is despite the anger that I feel deep inside my chest. The heat of my emotions burning the inside of my lungs. “shit happens. I just hope that this doesn't happen to anybody else.”

“I can assure you that it won’t,” Daniel response. I pass him Delilah's phone, and he takes it, immediately pocketing it.

We both stare at the office doors, not wanting to open them quite yet. Delilah, pounds her fists against the doors, her muffled cries, and please, for mercy and forgiveness quietly filling the room. Neither her father, nor I pay much attention to it, instead of finding ourselves settled into office chairs.

“If there is anyway that I could make this up to you, please let me know,” Daniel quietly says, “please…don’t take your anger out on my daughter. I know that she has made a lot of mistakes, but she still has so much to look forward to ahead of her.”

There is a vulnerability in his voice, something broken yet strong. It is perseverance in action, the way this man is looking out for his daughter. It is nice to see that he is willing to do anything for her.

Only hope to use some as a role model in my future endeavors when I become a father, when Emily and eyes child is born into the world. I can only hope that I feel that same sense of loyalty towards my child that he does with Delilah.

“I know that your pack deals with mystical elements…magic, to be exact. As you probably know,” I adjust myself in my seat, listening to the creak of the chair, “my wife, Emily, has a sleeping wolf. I am willing to overlook your daughter's misgivings. If you can offer me any piece of advice or a person that I can go to in order to help restore that part of her.”

Daniel remains silent for a moment. He looks away, fully taking in the weight of my words. He knows that I am also worried about my child, that I do not wish for them to face the same ostracization that Emily has gone through ever since she stepped foot into the spotlight as my partner.

“I do know of one person who can help,” Daniel finally speaks up, our eyes meeting once again. I sit up in my chair, leaning forward to help me hear better. “There is a witch that knows how to help heal a dormant wolf. I believe her name is Wanda, but I am not sure off the top of my head. I can give you her information once I get home so you can contact her yourself.”

“Thank you so much,” I breathe out, feeling the weight of this responsibility slowly slip free for my shoulders. “It really means a lot to me that you were able to help me.”

“I should be thanking you,” Daniel chuckles, tired and stressed, “you are the one here doing me a favor. Thank you for sparing Delilah.”

“It’s the least I could do,” I shrug in response.

I watch as Daniel stands from his chair, crossing the room and approaching the wooden doors in my office. He undone the belt and opens the doors, his daughter fling into his arms. For a grown woman, she looks like a child in this moment. I can't help but pity her.

They slowly walk through the office, passing me. I watch them with a cold gaze, unable to bring myself to follow them or say goodbye. Delilah cries and reaches out for me as her father slowly drags her away from my position, their voice is disappearing as soon as they enter the elevator, doors closing behind them.