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
What will Cynthia do to Logan? That is when being in anger pays more than killing. Read on dear reader.
“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
Logan opened the door with full force as he stormed into the room, startling Celia who was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed. He breathed heavily as he got into the room and closed the door back silently. His pupils had dilated and were a bright color of gold, while thick green veins popped under his eyes. He was clearly livid, which was what brought out his animalistic features. “Are you okay Master?” She asked, standing up from her sitting position. She was scared that if she got close enough to him, he'd rip her to shreds. She had never seen him this angry. “Yes.” He growled as he poured water from his jug into a cup. He downed it in a few gulps. He needed to calm down. He hated how he was scaring poor Celia with his features. He noticed how
Logan sat back down on his bed as he went through the book Celia had dumped in his house. It has been three days since he set his eyes on her, since the incident. He understood what she felt but he didn’t want to be responsible for taking away her innocence. The last time he did something like that, the girl ended up dead in his arms. It was a history he didn’t want repeating itself, especially not with Celia. She is the only reason why he was not losing it at this sinking low point in his life. If he lost her, he would leave the pack and never think about coming back again. She was one of the reasons he stayed despite the mess his life was in the Pack. He got tired of reading and placed the book on his side drawer. There was nothing to do again. If it was back in the palace, he would watch with his mother and brother
Logan walked out of the palace with his heart feeling like it had just been ripped out of his chest and stomped over in the mud with dirty old shoes. He was at his lowest. Life had given him so much before this point in his life when an average person with a weak heart would be long dead from suicide causes.He went straight to Celia’s house to check up on her because he had nothing to do at his own house. When he got to the door of her house, he felt his heartbeat increase. He suddenly felt the urge to see her vanish. All he came to do was to get laid if he was being honest to himself.After such a day, that was all he needed. And he knew she wanted it too, so perhaps it would be a win-win. He would satisfy her fantasies of sleeping with a werewolf while he would fuck her to escape from the harsh real