Chapter 3
From then on, the women around him changed one after another.
He no longer cared about anything to do with me, finding even my existence annoying.
It seemed only business profits and different omegas to bed could make him feel the meaning of life.
I gradually became numb in the enormous sense of loss.
Until one day, I no longer expected him to appear before me.
I ignored Mia's cold mockery and sarcasm, turned to go upstairs to get my black wolf pendant and documents, then hurried back down.
Coming downstairs, I saw Mia rifling through the bag I'd left on the sofa. My breathing hitched as I rushed forward and snatched the bag back.
Mia spread her hands and rolled her eyes: "Nothing valuable anyway. Why so nervous?"
I felt for the hospital report at the very bottom of the bag and breathed a sigh of relief.
Mia walked up to me and suddenly grinned:
"I heard you encountered a Rogue attack yesterday. You're really lucky to be alive. You look perfectly fine."
Looking at her smug face, I was about to step forward and teach this lowly omega a lesson, when Logan returned.
He glanced at me, his tone casual: "Did you drop something?"
I smiled and smoothly tucked the documents back into my bag: "Nothing."
Logan fell silent for a moment. Just as I lifted my foot to leave, he pulled out two black cards and held them before me.
"Border Fortress Hotel presidential suite. Stay there for now. Yesterday... I really was busy."
Busy? Busy picking strawberries for Mia counted as business?
At this moment, I only found the man before me utterly disgusting.
I smiled sweetly, and the next second, delivered a resounding slap across Logan's face.
I shook my numb palm, my smile unchanged:
"Logan, you're truly disgusting. A Beta deputy who rose through the old Alpha's favor, who by chance took the Alpha position—have you forgotten how you once begged me to help you stabilize the opposing forces?"
I had never spoken words so cutting to him before.
Logan didn't strike back, but his expression darkened instantly, his gaze growing ominous.
Before he could react, Mia grabbed the ashtray from the table and smashed it hard against my head.
Warm blood flowed down from my temple. My head spun, and the living room lights suddenly became unbearably bright.
Mabel rushed forward to support me, shouting anxiously at Logan: "Alpha Logan, don't you know that Luna Ella she..."
I stopped Mabel.
"Mabel, I'm fine."
The man before me showed no reaction, only casually glancing at Mabel, his voice cold and cutting:
"Mabel, remember clearly whose servant you are. Since she's already divorced me,
she's no longer Blake Pack's Luna."
Mabel looked at me anxiously. I gently shook my head.
Saying anything to him now was meaningless. He was no longer the Logan who would smile and bend down to listen to me.
Logan nervously held Mia's slightly trembling hand, his tone tender enough to drip water:
"Does your hand hurt from hitting her? Did any glass cut you?"
Mia sobbed softly and shook her head: "It doesn't hurt... I just couldn't stand seeing someone bully you..."
The light illuminated the gentleness in his eyes as he looked at Mia: "Silly girl, bullying me doesn't matter, but I can't let you be wronged."
Hearing this, Mia immediately became smug, her eyes full of provocation as she looked at me: "For that slap just now, I'll return it to you tenfold."
Seeing Logan say nothing, Mia shook his arm coquettishly:
"You're Blake Pack's Alpha. If word gets out that you were slapped, how humiliating would that be? How could you command respect?"
Logan still didn't relent. Seeing this, Mia stood on tiptoe and whispered something in his ear.
Logan finally smiled with satisfaction, wrapping his arm around Mia's waist and kissing her lightly on the lips: "Alright, I'll listen to you."
I staggered back several steps, staring at the two people before me in disbelief.
The bodyguards immediately shoved Mabel aside roughly and stepped forward to grip my wrists tightly.
I began struggling frantically, but was frozen in place by Logan's fierce gaze: "Logan! You..."