FAZER LOGINElena“No. No, no, no, Elena,” Logan half-yelled, running his fingers through his hair.“What’s wrong, Logan?” I whispered through gritted teeth as I watched him panic just before we'd turned the doorknob.He gripped my hands and turned to face me. My gaze roamed up to Logan's face, waiting for him to spill whatever was making him panic again.“This is a bad idea, Elena,” he finally said. I exhaled. “Yeah, it is. But it's what must be done, Logan.” “No! This is a bad idea that I wouldn't risk.” He groaned, turning back at the door. “I'm the Alpha King and I can still take care of this.”He hesitated before speaking again, his voice firm. “I'm not letting you walk into those men's den.” In a split second, a chuckle escaped me. The situation was hardly amusing, but the anxious look on Logan's face was enough to make anyone laugh. Shaking my head, I grabbed his wrist.Logan turned to look at me, his brows furrowed in confusion. I know I have zero authority against the Elders but at le
ElenaIt’s him.I could bet my empty wallet that it's no one else but him. A smile curled at the corners of my lips when the smoky aroma of venison wafted across the room.Smiling, I roused myself from the bed, but remained seated for a while before finally attempting to get up.Just in time, the door creaked open, and a pair of well-familiar eyes peeked into the room.“Good morning, my cutie bunny,” he said with a wide smile.I rolled my eyes, but my smile only widened as I remembered how quickly he had settled on calling me a bunny after winning a dare from a dare the other night.“Cutie bunny?” I repeated, a brow raised at him.“Huh?” He feigned furrowing his brows. “Does my lady perhaps want something else?”My eyes widened almost immediately. “Definitely, my lord.”Grinning, Logan pushed the door open and walked in with a tray sitting on his left arm.“Then tell me what my lady would love to have,” he asked.Still sitting on the bed, I stretched my arms toward him. “I think your
ElenaIt was a Saturday. So, I fortunately thought I'd be able to stay in bed longer than on any other day. Too bad, the Moon Goddess already had the day planned out her way without any consultation from me.My eyes darted around the hallway nervously the moment I stepped out of the Dean's office. “Your immediate presence has been requested at the packhouse on the order of the Alpha King,” he said. My heart thumped almost immediately as the words left his mouth. I was sure he noticed how much my jaw dropped, but he simply dismissed me with a tired sentence. “Now, get out of my office. A guard is waiting for you.” I could still feel the urgency in his voice crawling beneath my skin with every step I took toward the first presence my eyes caught. The guard.“I'm Elena Lockwell,” I announced from behind him.He turned around, unflinching. “Follow me.” Then he nodded at me. And without saying any more words, he headed out of the hallway.I scoffed with hate in my eyes. He wasn't eve
LoganAn hour later, the war room had finally gone quiet and it wasn't because the Elders had suddenly found a solution. But because I'd ordered them all to stop accusing one another all in the name of finding out who the spy was. I stood still by the table, staring down at the map for any other clue while the others slowly left the room to await the arrival of who had been summoned.Gerald, however, didn't move.His eyes remained on me, despite his obvious effort to look anywhere but at me.Reluctantly, I turned my gaze back to the content on the map. Still, I could feel Gerald's gaze lingering on me, almost piercing through my back. After a minute, I finally glanced over my shoulder in defeat and sucked in a loud breath. “What?” I asked. “Huh?” He cleared his throat, pretending ignorance. But I'm pretty sure he wasn't that dumb to think I wouldn't have caught him staring that hard. With a sigh, I turned around. Now, staring down at his five-foot-eight frame. “I asked what th
LoganThe war room hadn't felt this crowded. Or this tense… in years. Maps covered the oak table before me, held down at each corner with daggers and small iron weights. Red markings spread across the parchment, each one representing a rogue sighting or an attack.And none of it made sense… Neither to me. Nor to the Elders. “The rogues are becoming bolder, my Alpha King,” Elder Marcus muttered, tapping one thick finger against the map. “We should increase patrols around all the borders.”“We already have, Marcus. Remember?” another Elder from CrestStone Pack replied. “Doubling the patrols won't help if we don't know exactly where those bastards are hiding.” Slowly, the voices rose around me, one after another. “Then, I suggest we start searching the woods in every territory.”“And leave the border exposed while we follow your excellent idea, huh? Elder from BlackWood Pack.”“Well, we can't keep sitting around waiting for another attack on the people!” My fingers curled across my
Alpha Scarlett’s steps hastened into the room, dark enough to hide a face but not the faint outline of the man standing in the middle of the darkness. A small candle barely lightened the desolate space, its weak flame trembling whenever the night wind slipped through the narrow opening in the wall.Removing the hood of her black cloak, Scarlett leaned back against the wall, folding her arms tightly across her chest.“So, they found the rogues we kept away at mine,” she broke the silence, staring intensely into the man's eyes despite the darkness. The man didn't answer immediately. His fingers tapped slowly against his left thigh before he finally let out a low groan. “My boys were captured, Alpha Scarlett!” His voice rumbled with anger. “Don't you dare call them rogues.”His yellow eyes flickered through the darkness.Scarlett's brows pulled together, almost in anger before softening her expression in a split minute. At thirty-five, she had seen far more dangerous men than any fema
ElenaGetting into my grade classroom was much easier than before since the hallway was thoroughly cleared for me to pass due to the way others avoided me. Just then, the thought struck me: perhaps this was even good. That way, I will no longer be getting lateness records on my report. But then, I al
ElenaColdness dripped into my spine as Frank held me tighter to his chest, and my cheeks grew more reddened than before, flushing away all the pain aching over my body. So Frank could be this strong?“Take me back home, please” I mumbled shyly.Frank snapped his eyes down at me almost immediately, his
ElenaImpossible!!‘The person before me can never be my mate’ I snapped at Crystal, who continued howling.I already accepted his rejection though that was before Crystal appeared. Wait. Could it be that the bond didn't snap since I accepted the rejection when I was with no wolf? That must not be.Impo
BrandonIgnoring my aunt's persistent questions to know how far we've taken our mate's relationship– if we've had our first mating or I’ve left a mark on her, which pack she is from… Each of her questions dipped cold into my spine with the anxiety of the rejection news spreading across the packhouse.







