Page 35 of Plus-Size Pregnant Mate

I threw daggers at my father, who didn't look at me anymore. I turned with Zenna, just wanting to get this over with.

We headed up the stairs, Logan walking just a step in front of us. "You know, Ashley, your artwork is amazing. Really breathtaking. You’re talented."

He grabbed my door, and I wanted to punch him. Who welcomed themselves into someone else's space? The only way he knew about my art was if he'd come into my room and look at it.

"Thank you," I said as he opened the door.

My room was gigantic, the size of a small apartment, and I quickly scanned it. Everything was just as I had left it. My curtains were drawn, flooding the space with light. My bed was made with gray and cream bedding. I had plants everywhere and a small couch facing the TV.

To the right were French doors that led into my studio.

"You have good taste," Logan added, standing in the door.

I could see Zenna was shocked, but she didn't say anything as she headed for my studio doors. She pulled them open, and I followed her, taking in the scent. Out of everything, I missed my space. I missed coming into this room and knowing that I was alone and there was nothing but me and my art.

"What would you like to grab?"

I scanned the room, but there was not enough room in my car for everything. I would have to come back, but I would deal with that on another day.

"Grab the two canvases in the right corner and the abstract hanging near my window."

I turned back towards Logan. He stood leaning on the door, his eyes raked over me. This made my stomach twist, and I felt the urge to cover my belly—not because I was showing but because I wanted to protect it.

Logan pushed off the wall and started walking towards me. He pushed the French doors slightly, and I stepped back, trying to put distance between us.

He whispered low. "I don't know what lies you've been fed, but judging someone without getting to know them is rude. You're a smart girl, don't you think you should make your own opinion about someone?"

I swallowed, suddenly feeling afraid.

"What happened to your wife?" I asked instead. "And the one before that?"

His lips pressed together.

"I think the opinion is pretty clear," I said.

I watched his nostrils flare, and I turned, stepping into my studio. I grabbed a few pieces and hurried Zenna along with me.

We hurried down the stairs, and I could hear Logan was behind us still following. "You really should stay for dinner," he said.

"We don't have the time," I said, opening the door and hurrying Zenna outside.

"Ashley, you're going to regret not staying. Think about it."

I stepped outside and hurried after Zenna. I froze as I took in a large black truck, and standing next to it, looking pissed as ever, was Owen.

I felt relieved as he spotted us and started to walk toward me. His eyes snapped past me toward Logan, who stopped in the doorway.

"I'll take those," Owen said, taking the pieces from me. His arm reached around, wrapping around my shoulder, pulling me against him.

"Get in the truck," Owen whispered.

Logan said something but didn't hear as I hurried towards the truck, pulling the door open.

I looked over at Zenna, who was putting her handful of art into the truck. "I called him…I hope you're not mad."

I shook my head, grateful she had. I wasn't sure how this would have ended otherwise.

"Don't forget who the alpha is here," Logan growled, making my head snap toward the guys. "You're just a beta, so maybe you should stay out of my way."

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