LOGINAmelia Grace meets Logan, the alpha of Portland werewolves and falls in love with him or so she thought. She meets Brock, Logan’s beta and friend and she suddenly cant even breathe, she still cares for Logan but when she looks at Brock all her sense of reasoning flies away
View MoreI woke up with a start, my head throbbing and my vision blurry. The pain in my skull was sharp, but the overwhelming sense of dread was sharper. I struggled to sit up, my hands and feet bound tightly, and tried to make sense of my surroundings. Dim light filtered through cracked windows, casting shadows on the walls of what looked like an old, abandoned warehouse.Just then, I heard a familiar voice in my head. Brock.“Amelia, where are you?”Relief and panic mingled in my chest. I focused on our bond, trying to project my thoughts clearly. “I don’t know the exact location. It’s a warehouse. It’s old and looks abandoned.”There was a brief pause before Brock’s voice came through again, calm but laced with urgency. “There are hundreds of warehouses around here, Amelia. But I can track your scent. Hold on. Logan and I are coming to get you.”The telepathic link went quiet, and I was left with my racing thoughts and the oppressive silence of the warehouse. The faint sounds of the city ou
As the minutes ticked by, the pain in my head began to subside, replaced by a growing sense of stubbornness . I wasn’t going to let Vincent intimidate me. Reagan’s life depended on me staying strong and thinking clearly. I could hear the faint hum of the city outside, a reminder that we weren’t completely isolated, even though it felt that way.Vincent reappeared, striding into the room with an air of confidence that made my skin crawl. He looked down at me with a cold smile. “Ready to talk, Amelia?”I met his gaze with as much defiance as I could muster. “I told you, I’m not giving you any information.”He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that. But let’s not play games. Who did you come with?”I swallowed hard, hoping he couldn’t see through my lie. “I came alone, just like you told me to.”Vincent’s smile widened, but there was no warmth in it. “Is that so? Alone, all the way from your little village?”I nodded, trying to keep my expression neutral. “Yes.”He
We decided to leave for New York that night. The urgency of Reagan’s situation weighed heavily on me, and the fear of what could happen if we didn’t act fast was like a constant, gnawing presence in the back of my mind. Logan, Brock, and I piled into a black SUV, the kind that would blend in anywhere without drawing too much attention.Logan glanced at me from the driver’s seat. “You sure you’re up for this, Amelia? Going in alone is dangerous.”I nodded, trying to muster as much confidence as I could. “I don’t have a choice. If they see you two, they might kill Reagan on the spot.”Brock, sitting next to me, reached over and squeezed my hand. “We’ll be close by, ready to jump in if anything goes wrong. Just get Reagan out safely. That’s the priority.”“I know,” I said, giving him a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, both of you.”The drive to New York was tense and quiet. We went over the plan a few more times, making sure we were ready for anything. Logan and Brock would stay nearby, h
The sky was darkening, and the air was thick with tension. We could sense them before we saw them, the rogues moving in like a dark wave, ready to crash against our defenses. Brock stood beside me, his grip on my hand a reassuring constant. “They’re coming,” Logan’s voice was low but steady as he addressed the pack. “Everyone, to your positions.” We scattered, each of us moving to where we’d been assigned. Brock and I took up a position near the main gate, where we knew the fighting would be fiercest. My heart pounded in my chest, but I felt a strange calm wash over me. This was it. We were ready. The first rogue hit the gate with a deafening crash. The force of it reverberated through the ground, but our defenses held—at least for the moment. More followed, their growls and snarls filling the air. “Hold the line!” Brock shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. We fought with everything we had. The night was a blur of fur, claws, and blood. Despite our preparations, the rogu
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