Logan I woke up feeling a wave of love and affection wash over my body. I realized that I was lying on the couch, I must have fallen asleep during one of the movies we were watching. Shit Isabelle, frantically looking around the apartment. Where did she go? I ran into my room to grab a pair of jeans. I was walking through the pack house checking each floor, when I saw Max getting ready to knock on my office door. "Hey, what's up?" I called down the hall. Max looked towards me. "Can we talk?" He asked. I nodded and opened the door to my office. I looked out the window before I rounded my desk and saw Isabelle sitting under the fountain. I sighed with some relief and turned to face Max. "What do you need?" Sitting behind my desk, turning my back towards the window. Max sat down in the chair across my desk, whiping his hand on his jeans, all nervous like. "Max, is everything alright?" I ask differently, trying to see if different wording would get him to talk. "There can't b
Isabelle I woke up Saturday morning on the couch, feeling warm and fuzzy. The blanket was so soft and plush, but there was something under my head that felt something kind of hard and kept moving. I lifted my head slightly to look to see what I was lying on. Logan. I stifled a shock gasp as I tried to figure out how to get off of him without disturbing him. I managed to get off of him without waking him, I covered him back up with the blanket and brushed his hair away from his eyes. I suddenly found myself kissing the top of his forehead, I noticed a small smile from his lips. Why couldn't he have been mated to me. I walk into my bedroom and getting dress into some sweats and stay in the shirt I wore to bed. I threw my hair up in a bun and proceeded to sneak out of the apartment. As I wondered in the pack house, I found myself admiring the pictures on the wall and the views of the forest with a nearby river. I walked out side through a door that I hadn't seen since my time
Logan I watched her take in every inch of the living room. Her smile got bigger and bigger as she notcied every single last microscopitic detail. She walked over to the kitchen counter and placed the two takeout contaiers down. She turned to face the TV and noticed the movie that was waiting for her. "This one is a classic." I shrugged, to make it looke like the gesture wasn't that big of a deal. Because it really wasn't. She turned and looked back at me, as I was reaching for her containers to put them in the firdge for her. "One of those are for you." She mentioned, sweetly. "You got me food?" She shrugged as if it was her turn to act like it wasn't a big deal that she thought of me. "Mae promised Max she'd stop at this little taco truck and..." "You got me EL Loco Lobo!" I cut her off why to entusiastically. "Yeah, and the guy there said he knew you and that the extra verde is in the container." I ripped it open as I listened to her. Grabbing both mini containers of
Isabelle I found Ellen in the parlor of the pack house right before she left. I gripped her tightly, I breathed in the calming scents of home off her before she left. "I'll see you tomorrow with your father." She whispered in my ear. I could feel my throat swell as I tried to hold back tears. I just nodded, still staying in the hug for a little while longer. When Ellen walked out the door, I turned around to see Cynthia watching us. "Luna Cynnthia?" I called. "Oh, Cynthia is fine. Can I help you, dear?" She asked calmly. I pulled her into a hug. "Thank you for everything you have given me today." She held me as tight as I was holding her. Almost as if she had found her long, lost daughter. But I didn't mind. It was nice to feel welcome and to find my groove. Even though it was all going to be taken away from me by Sunday. I raced up the stairs to Mae's apartment and gave it a quick knock on the door. "Ready for the dinner you originally promised me last night?" I asked when
Logan "Isabelle." I whispered through my greeted teeth. Letting her scent engulf me. Her dark green eyes, big and doe like, starring at me. I watched her lick her dark red lips with longing and anticipation. "Logan." She whispered my name. Her eyes moved from mine for only a second to look at my lips. I knew she wanted the same thing, but I can't not yet. No matter how badly I wanted to, I would not initiate our kiss. She's doesn't even know she's mine yet. I removed my hand from the wall. I sighed and looked down at my shoes. She had reached for the hand that I had let fall to my side. She held it in her own, and not so surprisingly, her hand fitting perfectly in mine. "Your mated. Arn't you?" Looking into my eyes, as if needing to hear this for herself. "In a non-technical sense, yes." I sighed. She dropped my hand and took a step back. She continued to look at me, angry and sadness flashing across her eyes at the same time. "What does that even mean?" She crossed h
Isabelle Logan continued to look at me while our mother figures were talking. He looked down at my plate and back at me. "Arn't you hungry, or did you fill up on junk food?" He asked, raising his eybrows. I rolled my eyes. Sometimes, this man is just so infurating. But I found myself being attracted to him. "I don't like fish," I whispered calmly. He gave the omega standing besided as a gesture to come forward. "Anna, can you please get Isabelle a small bowl of Chef's famous mac and cheese? He keeps in the crock pot for me." She nodded. "Anna, can you also bring it to my office? She's trying to, not insult my mothers favorite dish." Anna nodded. "Thank you," I whispered, grateful that at least someone listened to me. Even if it was something small. "Mum, Luna Ellen. If you will, excuse Isabelle and I. Since she is taking over, there is a lot to get done. Isabelle?" I got up from a chair and went to give Ellie I hug. "I'll come find you before I leave. I love you." "I l