#bad timing

He dropped his gaze the moment her eyes drifted toward him to stare at the drink in his hands. The alcohol won’t help him forget how it felt to have her in his arms and bed. 

Why now? Why the fuck must he realize that he’s in love with her right fucking now?

Logan gritted his teeth to keep the purr wanting to escape down his throat the moment she walked his way. He avoided looking at her to not get caught staring. The last thing Logan needed was to draw attention toward him.

You passed him by without as much as looking his way. He huffed and shook his head.

Again, he asked himself. Why now?

Your scent drifted toward him in waves, turning the alpha into an even bigger mess. He huffed and decided to get fresh air.

No. He couldn’t be in love, and he wouldn’t be in love. Not when she… Logan shook his head to forget about all the confusing feelings, bringing him to his knees.

This all-consuming feeling spread in his chest. He hated it with every fiber of his being—or liked to pretend he hated it.

He had to let go of the fantasy he built in his mind. It was for the best not to yearn for an omega he could never have. Not the way he wants her.

“Logan,” your soft voice had him turn his head. You smiled and dared to chuckle as his eyes were glassy. “I asked how you like him.”

“I don’t know,” he angrily replied. Out of all days, you had to bring a date to the bar only the mutants knew about. “Bringing an outsider here wasn’t smart, though.”

You held his gaze. “You know, for a man claiming to have the perfect hearing, you’re deaf when it comes to listening to people.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said back and puffed his chest. “If you’d excuse me now, I want to enjoy my drink in silence.”

“Hmm…” you cooed, and wrapped your hand around his wrist, holding it in a tight grip to steal his drink. “You shouldn’t have another drink.” You replied and brought the glass to your lips to taste not only the whiskey but him too. “You know what they say about alcohol and libido.”

His eyes widened. You couldn’t mean that. Right. Right? It was impossible for you to feel the same. Not with the guy around you brought to the bar.

Logan cleared his throat to buy himself a moment to think about his reply. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean,” you replied so sweetly yet seductively that he almost creamed his pants. “Why don’t we get out of here?” You, the only omega he allowed himself to fall in love with, replied as if it was the easiest thing to say.

“Y/N,” he murmured. “What about your date?”

That made you smirk. “Well, I had to get your attention after you told me our arrangement is over.” You placed both hands on his chest, slowly rubbing him through his shirt. “Why don’t you show me that you lay claim on me, alpha?”

This time, he couldn’t keep the purr down his throat.

Logan grasped for you to throw you over his shoulder like a caveman. He growled as your date dared to step in front of him.

“If you want to breathe another day, get out of my way,” he threatened and slid the claws on his left hand out. “That’s my omega and no one touches what’s mine…”