Aella had woken up in much worse spirits than Logan. She hadn't taken her bath or made any efforts to freshen up, and was instead pacing the room angrily and swearing under her breath.

All the momentary passion that she had felt the night before had evaporated, leaving behind a sullen anger. It was as though it only took him to leave the room for a brief period of time before she could get angry again. Perhaps his very distracting body had made her lose focus throughout the night.

"How could he do this to me?! I'm his fucking mate!" She uttered angrily and balled her fists. She realised that her anger was reaching a dangerous level and paused for a moment to catch her breath. She closed her eyes and ran her hands through her hair, trying to control herself. 

She could feel the anger turning into panic as she opened her eyes and tears fell from her cheeks. She felt trapped and claustrophobic. She knew that the people that were looking for her would catch up to her in no time if she spent any more time in Logan's pack. She needed to move, to run before she was found and killed like her parents. Logan may think his pack was safe, but she knew that nothing could protect her from the danger that was hanging over her head.

What made Aella even more scared was the fact that her being here would only endanger the members of Logan's pack. The wolves that were after her would stop at nothing to kill whoever stood in their way. She knew that Logan and his people would try to protect her from the enemies and they would definitely lose their lives in the process. She did not want to be haunted by the blood of innocent people for the rest of her life.

And for the worst part, Logan wasn't helping matters too. The stunt he had pulled last night by letting her sleep by him was utterly distracting. Last night she had found herself imagining what it would feel like to sleep by his side and be his partner forever, to warm his bed with her body at night. She had realised that she deeply wanted the stability and peace of mind that came with it. But Aella could not risk getting comfortable. Too much was at stake.

To top it all, he had to complicate matters by locking her up in his room with his smell all around her. She found it increasingly difficult to come up with another escape plan when his cedarwood scent was clogging her thought process. She needed the fresh air of the woods. Why did he have to lock her up in here?

Are wolves allowed to hate their mates? Because I hate him so much right now, and I'm sure he hates me too. She asked her wolf.

Hate you? Her wolf answered. Girl, did you see the way he looked at you last night? He is utterly in love with you! And I am a hundred percent sure he wouldn't mind a taste of that kitty too.

Aella groaned. What is wrong with you?! She yelled at her wolf in her head. Can't you stop thinking about sex for once?

Not if it's with him, though. Her wolf replied in the most seductive voice. Aella sighed in resignment. Sometimes it was hopeless trying to get her wolf to see reason. 

Her eyes moved towards the plate of breakfast that one of the maids had brought to her. It was in fact the maid who had insulted her in the kitchen the night she had tried to run away. The maid had stared at her with all the contempt in the world and Aella had reciprocated in kind. The maid probably thought Aella had flirted her way into the alpha's own bed and at that moment, she had wanted so badly to scream I am his mate! at the maid's face, just to see her shocked reaction.

The food had long gone cold as Aella had stabbed at it instead of eating. She had imagined that the food was Logan's face for a moment and hacking at it had brought her a moment of inner peace. She would have loved to wipe that annoying smirk off his face with her fists at that moment.

Oh, big whup! Her wolf spoke up again, rolling Its eyes. Stop being dramatic, Aella. You get on his nerves too, and we both know how you're so hot in your panties for him anyway.

Get out of my head! Aella screamed inside.

No, babe. You're stuck with me forever. You're only mad because you know I'm saying the truth. Stop transferring aggression on me anyway. I ain't your precious mate!

You do know that his locking us up here would be dangerous to both of us, right? Aella reminded her wolf. We'll both die if our enemies catch up with us. So you're as much in this as I am.

Yeah, I know. And it doesn't matter. Her wolf countered. My duty is to protect you as his mate, so you don't get yourself killed. The aim here is to get you properly mated, baby girl. So get over your stupid anger and make him sleep with you!

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Aella spoke aloud and walked over to the bed, sinking into it with resignation. Her wolf was utterly hopeless!

She sat there for a while, contemplating her imprisoned state, then stood up following an afterthought and moved towards the bathroom. She might as well seize the opportunity to take her bath and freshen up since he wasn't here anyway.

She quickly showered with his lavender soap and dried her body. She had no other thing to wear asides the white dress that she had changed into on the mountain, as Logan hadn't allowed her to go to her room to pick up a fresh change of clothes. She could re-wear the black button shirt he had given her. Or–

Aella smiled slyly as she walked naked towards his closet. He locked her up in here after all. Surely he would not mind her trying on a few of his clothes.

His closet was fairly big, and everything was well organized. She knew Logan to be a very disciplined person but she didn't guess that that discipline would extend to his wardrobe too. 

She didn't have to look around much before she found the part of his closet that was reserved for shirts. She padded over to the place and pulled out a royal blue velvet shirt that she had seen him wear once. She tried it on and turned experimentally in front of the mirror. The shirt was about twice her size, of course. She picked up a brown belt and wore it around the shirt, giggling as the belt cinched her waist and showed her curves.

She twirled a couple of times before the mirror, then got bored with the outfit. She took off the belt and the shirt and threw them down on the floor, then moved to where he kept his hoodies. She selected a white one with a wolf print at the front and paired it off with a white muffler.

Soon the random trying of clothes became a game for her. She giggled and twirled around the closet as she tried on Logan's clothes, throwing them down immediately after she was done with them. Within minutes she had upturned the entire closet and moved to the room.

She started to disorganize the room, starting with the bed. She threw the covers and pillows up while giggling mischievously. When she was done, she moved to the vanity mirror and scattered the bottles of hair spray and lotion, feeling freer than she had been in a long while. He wanted to lock her up in here? Fine! She was going to give him the surprise of his life.