My Arranged Fiance Is An Alpha Werewolf [Book 1 of Alpha Mate Trilogy]

Chapter Thirteen: She Is Mine...Not His

Logan's P.O.V

"We can at least start somewhere in finding my biological father, why not run my DNA in the criminal database. If my mother was a prostitue, then she must have slept with some bummy guys, and they probably went to jail."

"When did you think this up?" He asked.

"I just thought of it." She said. "I watch a lot of Law & Order."

"Interesting." He said brushing the hair back from her face. "Then I'll see what I can do."

"Okay, then after that?"

"I'm not really sure how do these types of things Gabbi, I don't understand why we don't hire a private investigator--"

"I don't want someone else knowing about my business." She said quickly. "I need to do this on my own, no ones help."

"Besides mine?"

"Besides yours." She smiled. "I'll see if my DNA matches with any in the system and then if there's a match we can track him down."

"If not?"

"Then I'll have to see my mother again." She choked on her words. Daniel rubbed her back. "And I'll asked her who she slept with when I was conceived. If she remembers."

"That's good, we have a plan."

"Yeah lets just make sure that we don't have to use plan B." She mumbled and flipped her hair to stare Daniel. "So what's up with Logan?"

"We set a perimeter around the edge and we waiting for him to tried and breach it, normal patroling units, guards on hand, you're safer than safe."

"Am I now?" She smirked.

"No." I thought and more anger and rage boiled inside of me as I watched on my digital transmitter the conversation of the couple from the eyes and ears I planted in the cabin house when they weren't paying attention. Love can make you so naive.

She climbed on top of Daniel and kissed him and I instantly threw down the tablet. That was supposed to be me, not Daniel. Gabrielle was mine. She is mine! Why does she have to be with him? I'm the rightful Alpha! I'm supposed to be him!

"What's wrong with you?" Theresa said breaking my train of thought. This idiotic girl doesn't have a clue about me or what I really want. She thinks I love her. Ha! I want my Gabrielle, and I want her now.

"Nothing." I said looking at my tablet and watching Daniel flip Gabrielle and kissing her again, then it went to sleep mode. "Just a little frustrated."

"Want to talk about it?"

"No." I snapped at her. Why does she always think I want to talk to her?

"Want to have sex?" She asked instead. I looked at her and took her up on her offer. Might as well, I can get my anger out that way. I grabbed her arm and yanked her through the warehouse until we got to my room that consisted of four king mattresses and several blankets and sheets that covered them. Dozens of pillows were tossed about. I threw her down on the bed and started to unbuckled my pants.

This better help.

It didn't help.

Not one bit.

She smiled and pulled back her sweat soaked hair, and I clenched my teeth as she sat up. As many times as I tried to imagine, I couldn't get Theresa hair black enough to look like Gabrielle's midnight color. I couldn't get her blue eyes dark enough to look like Gabrielle's deep ocean blue. Theresa height was shorter, she weight was heavier, not like a human would know the differences, but my werewolf sight and strength could tell every flaw. She skin was definitely courser even though she lathers in overly scented body lotions and oils. Gabrielle's scent was unique: One of a kind. She put on cherry lotion to mix with her vanilla scent, and she smell like cherry ice cream and I get really going. Just thinking about it makes me horny.