“Why are you treating a traitor with sympathy?” The Alpha voice thundered, his voice reverberating through the walls of the house.
Logan lifted his eyes to meet that of his angry father. He lost his voice as he watched his father approach them. He had never seen his father that angry before and he doesn’t like the fact that he is the reason for his father’s anger.
The Alpha flung him away from the embrace of his mother, making him hit his head in the process. The wound bled with full force, wetting the entire band that held it in place.
He writhed in pain. “You see the coward you call a son. Can you see how he winced and writhed in pain like a lady?” His father queried while the Luna sobbed more into her hands.
“If I had known that you were going to tu
Will Logan accept Celia's dream. And what will happen to his mate? Read on and leave your thoughts
The week lasted him forever.The nightfall weather in the Lichen pack was extremely beautiful in the late hour. The light waves of breeze prickled Logan’s skin as he walked down back to the log cabin.He was used to living in a small house with only Celia as his companion. She would come to him in the morning and help him with his needs. The fire was dying in the fireplace and the glowing embers barely lit up the small room. The wind howled; the snowstorm was raging outside the small building, Logan couldn't help but to admit how much he hated it.The room warmer wasn't even helping him to get warm. "Maybe having a bigger one might help better." He thought, pulling the blanket more.He sipped the cup of coffee he had made, he is getting so cozy in the house and now
“Celia,” Logan said softly from a distance. He found her crouching down on a pent-up pile of dead leaves. The sun shone brightly as it was just a bit past noon, but the forest remained dark. It was always dark. Someone said it was the fact that the witches lived in there and planted some spell that protected them from the harsh weather, and others believed it was their God that protected it. Whoever God is.“Master.” She exclaimed, getting up from her position. She straightened her posture and put the ax she brought over her shoulder.“You should go back home, Celia. I’ll be alright, I promise.” He said, but she didn’t budge.“I told you it was my duty to serve you, Sir. You are the only master I would e
Cynthia felt a deep empty hole in the pit of her stomach. She felt restless every night and morning when she would wake up without her former mate on the side of the bed, cuddling her and giving her hard deep thrusts until she couldn’t feel her guts anymore. Logan did things to her nobody could ever do, and she missed him. She loved him. He gave her joy. But seeing her family get better by the passing day, gave her even more joy. When she undid the hex on her father and brothers; as Kevin had promised, she felt the absolute peak of happiness someone could possibly ever reach. She had never felt more content and ecstatic and emotional about anything like this. She hugged them so tight that they had to beg to be peeled away from her. “Dad, Kendrick, Scott.” She looked at them with uncontrollable tears pouring o
“Why the hell did you hex my family?” Cynthia thundered as she kicked down the already loose wooden door of Logan’s log cabin, making him and Celia jolt up from their positions. Celia was cleaning up his wounds for the last time since it was healing perfectly and there was no sign of infection. He had adjusted to eating their low-quality foods and their water that wasn’t as clean as the one he used to take back in the Palace. He was slowly adapting to being an Omega- not just by name but by nature and physique. “What the hell is wrong with you Cynthia?” He yelled back as he grabbed the half-tied bandage away from Celia and motioned for her to excuse them. She muttered a silent okay before she did as she was told. “What do you mean by what the hell is
12 Years Ago (Flash back) The last bonfires in the month of December were the best and most memorable events held in the Lichen Pack. It included a lot of roasted pork and wine. The vampires too were being fed openly with the blood of perfidious and disloyal members of the Pack, or the criminals that were found were charged with treachery. Tonight was one of the best ones yet. There were few humans coming from the city of Chicago to celebrate with Alpha Morris for the victory of dominating the three neighboring Packs, and now, he was their king too. It was his dream to do so. But they made it hard for him, which turned out now to be a mammoth problem on their side. It was impossible to lose when you have the vampires and witches backing you up. He gave th
12 years ago (Flash back continuation) The wind was not blowing the night of Parachal’s funeral- for Logan, but it was windy. Very windy. He saw one or two fleeting whirlwinds before they arrived at the graveyard that was just behind the Lichen’s Pack forest. He couldn’t find air in his lungs nor could he breathe in some to help him survive. All he felt in his lungs were anguish. In fact, all he felt in every single atom his body was made up of was deep agony and torture. This was the first time young Logan was experiencing something like this. The pain of losing someone. He felt like ripping his heart out of its cage just to stop feeling what he was feeling in it. They just lost their virginity to each other, and just like that, she was gone the next second. He wondered every night since Parachal left them what he had done
PRESENT DAY Cynthia felt a force come at her as she stumbled back away from Logan’s body. Her head pounded violently and her body felt anguished. It was as if she had just been beaten to a pulp, but there were no visible marks of it on her body. She stood up and picked the first lighter she saw on the table and burnt the mirror chain that was hanging around Logan’s neck. She removed it from him so he wouldn't get burnt before tossing it in the sink, silently choking on the toxic smoke that oozed out of it. “Jesus fucking Christ.” She wheezed as she opened the window, letting air in and reducing the smoke inside the room. She looked over at Logan’s figure that was lying motionlessly on the bed. He looked tired and sick and pale. All from the visions she just
The nightfall weather in the Lichen pack was extremely beautiful that late hour. The light waves of breeze prickled Logan’s skin as he walked down the woods to the pack field, with Celia by his side. He was actually going to the coronation to support his brother and also because of the Alpha’s command. He had wanted to skip the coronation ceremony and hide deep inside the forest so that he could chop off some wood for the next day. Logan hated how cold the weather was that night. The glowing embers coming from the burning fire barely lighted up half of the city room. The body warmer wasn't even helping him in getting warm. He pulled Celia close to him. “The weather is cold.” He whispered and he felt her shudder under his touch. He knew what his touches d