The rogue Alpha’s little siren

*Hadley* “When are we going to be there ?” I look out the window of the bus, but there is not much to see. We are in the middle of nowhere, somewhere outside Austin in Texas and it’s dark outside. There had been a big accident on the freeway and after being stuck for hours our driver suggested taking the back roads around the traffic jam to get us there. “Patience sweetie”. My manager Ryan says with a sleazy grin. “We will be at the hotel soon enough”. Suddenly I have no real desire to get there or to have to do what his eyes tell me will come. Okay you better get my story, just to understand everything clearly, so you know who I am and my life and such. My name is Hadley King, I know it sounds all fancy, unfortunately my early life was anything but that. I was abandoned as a baby, with no idea who my real parents are, found by the backdoor of a burger king in New York, that is how I got my last name, someone seemed to find it funny or cute. I grew up in foster homes, I gues

*Logan* “You think they are triplets ... or sisters ?” AJ mumbles in a low voice, nodding towards the three very similar girls walking a bit ahead of us chatting excitedly. I shake my head. “Nah ... they are just like fashion clones ... doppelgangers in matching puffy jackets”. I hear a chuckle from the other side of the road where Lee is trotting along.. he hasn’t said a word while we walked.. but he has been throwing a stick for Luna and scratched him behind the ear, so my dog is trotting happily along beside him, a stick in his mouth. “Not sure if I find them scary or weirdly attractive”. AJ sighs, looking after the girls. I chuckle and Lee lets out a snort ... I think it was an amused sound. Then I shake my head. “Whichever it is ... better stay away AJ, you’ll just get burned ... also they are what twenty-one … Twenty-two ... just nah”. “Hey, I am like almost ... half your age .. but yeah, okay, you are right ... as always”. He shrugs. “Not really my type ... types ... wh

*Logan* Normally I am not really a morning person, but honestly I woke up after some weird ass dreams about Hadley that I can’t really shake and Luna was whimpering to get out, so now I am finding myself on my back porch letting her out on the grass shortly before 7 am as the sky is growing red in the east. “Go on out girl”. I slide open the porch door, shivering slightly from the cold wind ... but well cooling down a bit is what I need, some of those dreams were ... lets just say pretty R-rated. Luna runs out on the grass, but turns to look at me, making a whimpering sound, making me shake my head. “No girl, daddy is staying here ... run along and do your thing”. She makes a sound and I swear she is calling me a wanker making me chuckle. I look towards the tents, she is in there, right there, in her bed wearing ... stop Logan ... fuck why am I so attracted to her ? I mean she is pretty ... beautiful even and those legs ... stop it ... what I mean is that I meet a lot of stunning

4 days later *Hadley* “He is kinda cute right ?” The girl doing my hair says, looking at Logan who is playing with Luna out on the grass. We are on the porch which he lets us use for makeup, hair and costumes. I watch him as he laughs, throwing the ball for the dog to catch. I can’t help smiling. “He is ... and such a sweetheart”. These last couple of days my attraction to Logan has changed and grown into something deeper. We have spent a lot of time together, just talking. He has told me about his own struggles, about the importance of loving yourself and he has taught me how to meditate and let go of stress. “Cute is not the first thing coming to my mind”. Masha, the makeup girl says with a giggle. “That man is sex on legs ... sooo freaking hot”. “Well yeah that too”. The other girl giggles, pinning more pink extensions into my hair, to get the right look and the big hair Ryan wants. I bite my lip.. I mean yes he is sexy, but I do not like the way she is saying it ... or the

*Hadley* We have just finished filming for the day and I walk up to the porch, seeing Logan is there. He appears to be chatting with Masha, who is laughing in that seductive way, her hand resting on his arm. A new heat shooting through me, like biting into a too hot chili, something burning and harsh. “Maybe you should focus on your job and remove my makeup”. I can’t hold it in, knowing I sound like a right bitch as I sit down. I notice how Logan looks slightly worried and Masha rolls her eyes. “Of course sweetie, I’ll be right there”. “Are you okay bubbles ?” Logan looks at me. I am not sure why, I just feel so annoyed now and I kinda snap at him. “Fine ... don’t you have anything better to do than hanging around here ?” “I guess so”. I can hear the hurt in his voice so I look the other way. I would not handle seeing hurt in his eyes too. Masha starts cleaning my face, not really being gentle about it, but at least she is smart enough to keep her mouth shut. I feel it eating