True Luna novel (Emma and Logan) novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53 Time

Logan POV

I was frozen.

My heart was thumping in my chest, pressing up against my rib cage, trying to leave my body.

I should be on my feet right now, tearing down the house, burning down the fucking world.

But I wasn’t. I was sitting on this couch with my fists clenched tight and a lump the size of the sun lodged in my throat.

I didn’t mean to listen to their conversation. I really didn’t. I had the papers regarding the increase in our vegetable production in front of me. I was working. I was focused on the pack.

But then I overheard five words that

broke me.

‘Promise me you won’t leave.’

And it was Andrew who said those words. Andrew asked Emma not to leave.

She wanted to leave? She wanted to leave the pack? She wanted to leave me?

My heart broke and the pain almost made me scream.

No.

I wouldn’t let her.

I would do whatever I had to do to make her stay.

She couldn’t leave me. It would kill me. I barely survived those four days without

her.

Leon was howling in pain, and I couldn’t even talk to him right now. I felt him calling on Eliza in pain. I hoped she could calm him down. I hoped that she didn’t want to leave us. I hoped that she would stop Emma.

If she couldn’t, I definitely would.

I wasn’t letting her leave. She was fucking mine.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and I turned around to see Andrew.

“Where is she?” I asked, panicking and jumping up from the couch.

I was terrified she would leave through the window again. I was going to have to do something about that. I would put

bars on her windows, I didn’t fucking

care. She was mine. She couldn’t leave

“She is showering and I’m making her breakfast.” he said, walking toward the kitchen.

I followed him with my fists clenched tight.

“Why did you make her promise not to leave?” I growled at him as soon as we entered the kitchen.

He turned to look at me. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open in surprise.

“You promised you wouldn’t listen, Logan!” he said angrily.

“And I didn’t!” I growled. “I overheard it by accident. I was focused on my work

and my control slipped.”

It was hard for us to control our senses at all times. They were heightened and we had to suppress them if we wanted to be less simulated by our

environment. That was why all of our bedrooms in the packhouse were soundproofed. There was nothing worse than hearing your friends or family fuck. Not to mention what I would do to someone if they heard my mate as she reached her orgasm. Emma’s screams and moans were mine. I would be the only man on the planet who would get to see and hear her cum.

Just thinking about it made me hard and I had to stand behind the fucking kitchen island to hide my erection from my mate’s brother.

Shit.

I was worse than a fucking teenager. My dick kept getting rock hard in the worst possible situations. I have never been this turned on just thinking about a

woman.

Andrew would kill me if he knew where my mind went just now.

“How come you are not destroying my house right now?” Andrew asked as he opened the fridge.

“I’m more in pain than I’m angry right now.” I mumbled.

Andrew turned around to look at me. He sighed, placing the carton of eggs on the kitchen counter.

“She won’t leave.” he said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the kitchen island.

“How did you figure out she wanted to leave?” I asked him, trying to calm my heartbeat down.

‘She won’t leave’. I was holding onto those words like they were a life jacket.