47: Too young, too old

Aurora’s POV

I sat in the luxurious interior of the jet, the rhythmic hum of the engines providing a steady backdrop to my thoughts, I couldn't shake the lingering remnants of the dream that had plagued my sleep. With a heavy sigh, I glanced across the cabin to where Logan sat, engrossed in his work, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Despite my best efforts to focus on the task at hand, the images from the dream kept intruding into my thoughts, taunting me with their vividness and intensity. It wasn’t in his study or I would have said it was a memory. This dream was in his office.

The memory of Alpha Caden, his imposing figure and smoldering blue gaze, sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire within me that I struggled to contain. Gods, I’m never going to look at his office the same anymore. IF I ever go back there that is.

Why would I dream about him, of all people? And why in such an intimate and forbidden manner? The questions swirled in my mind, fueling a sense of frustr