Chapter thirty five: not yours to keep

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• A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL   Seventy one: cost of touch

  Fiona's pov "Fiona," Logan whispered, still holding me in the dim, trembling cavern. “What did she mean, that we were never meant to survive this bond?"I shook my head slowly, swallowing against the thick knot in my throat. The air still shimmered with red light, the altar pulsing faintly like a dying heart. “I don’t know,” I said, barely above a breath. “But I saw it, Logan. The First Luna, the First Alpha. They burned for this, bled for this.”He tightened his arms around me, his breath hot against my temple. “I saw them too. And I felt it. Like… like their choices are tangled in ours. Like we’re not walking forward—we’re just repeating them.”A silence settled, but it wasn’t peace. It was the hush before a collapse.I pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. “Logan… something’s happening to you. Your power. It’s not just growing, it’s changing you.”His jaw clenched, and I could feel the truth quivering inside him before he said it. “I can’t always feel where I end anymore, F

• A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL   Seventy: let him die

  Fiona's pov Rowan’s voice echoed like thunder across the field, sharp and final like he wanted to murder immidiately. Like he has accepted his shame to end this all.I didn’t think, I quickly moved.Logan’s arm shot out, catching me before I could step through the door. “Fiona, no. That blade_he knows what it can do.”“The Dagger of Severance,” I added. “It’s meant for us.”A flash of lightning lit up the night. Mia's face flickered in the stormlight, drained, hollow-eyed. Her hands glowed with stolen magic, and I knew then: she’d bound herself to something powerful, maybe even someone worse than Rowan.Logan's body trembled against mine, not from fear, but power. It crackled under his skin like lightning bottled beneath bone. “Something’s wrong,” he muttered, sweat beading down his temple. “It’s rising again and I can’t...control it.”“No,” I said, grabbing his face, grounding him very firm. “Don’t lose yourself....ger a grip, remember you are the Alpha.”His breath hitched immidiat

• A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL   Sixty nine: the sound you choosing me

  Fiona's pov"I meant every darm word"My voice was raw and almost swallowed by the rustle of wind outside the open window. The room smelled like rain and earth, like him_the alpha. Logan was sitting up in the bed now, propped against a wall of pillows, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the raw, healing scar across his ribs.He turned his head slowly toward me, those gray eyes darker than usual_watchful, unreadable. He hadn't said much since we returned.Since whatever happened in that forest.But I could still feel it, I had own up to my feelings and finally confessed to him. The quiet pull of something larger than both of us. I thought I was going to lose him.“i couldn't believe it at first...,” he said finally, his voice rasped and rough from everything his body had endured. “But I need to hear it again.”I looked at him, startled. “You want me to say it again?”Logan nodded. “I’ve been living in a world of silence, Fiona. Let me remember the sound of you choosing and lovin

• A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL   Sixty eight: the curse burst open

  Fiona's pov The forest was still now. Silent in a way that didn’t feel natural.Not a bird’s wing or a breeze. Just the steady drip of blood from Logan’s shirt onto the ground and the sound of my own heartbeat breaking apart inside my chest.“Logan…”His name had become a prayer. A plea. A lifeline I was desperately trying to throw across the space between this world and whatever edge he was standing on.He didn’t stir.His body lay motionless, his skin too pale under the open sky. The blood had soaked through his side and darkened the earth beneath him, but even that seemed distant now faded, like the moment was trying to forget itself.I had screamed. I had fought. I had thrown power like I had no limit, no control, no care and it still hadn’t been enough.Now the adrenaline was gone. The magic inside me quiet and I was just… empty.I sat by his side, one hand holding his, the other pressed over the deep wound at his ribs. My fingers had long since stopped glowing. There was no lig

• A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL   Chapter sixty seven: I couldn't save him

  Fiona's pov The fog clung to the treetops like a warning no one could read.Something was wrong.Not the kind of wrong you could explain. The kind that lived in your bones.I stood on the manor’s back steps with bare arms crossed, the early light spilling pale and cold across the woods. Logan had gone out before dawn, quiet and alone, despite everything. Despite what we’d learned about Rowan, about Mia.He said he needed to clear his head.But I felt it before anything else. Like something inside me tore.I stumbled, clutching the doorframe as the breath left my lungs.Then I ran.The ridge woods were quieter than they should’ve been. The wind held its breath, the trees watching.I followed the scent first was Logan’s blood.It led me to the clearing.He lay still in the grass, crumpled and unmoving. His shirt was soaked through, his chest rising in faint, shallow pulls. Red streaked the ground beneath him, too much to make sense of.“Logan!”I dropped to my knees, my hands hovering

• A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL   Chapter sixty six: swirling cyclone

  Fiona's pov“Do you love me?”His voice shattered the quietness between us.I stopped in the hallway like someone had punched the breath from my lungs.Logan stood at the far end, shoulder against the wall, his eyes dull like burnt-out stars. He wasn’t bleeding anymore, not on the outside. But the bandage around his side and the set of his jaw told me the wound Mia left behind went deeper than I’d realized.I swallowed hard. “Logan…”“Don’t lie.”The ache in his voice made it worse.“I’m not lying.”“You’re not telling the truth, either.”I closed my eyes. The wind outside howled through the eaves, but it was nothing compared to the storm I felt brewing in my chest. I took a step forward, then stopped, then took another.“I care about you,” I said. “You know that.”“That’s not what I asked.”I hated him for that. For being brave enough to say it out loud while I still hadn’t found the courage to admit what I couldn’t feel. Or maybe… what I was afraid to feel.He looked at me like he a