LOGAN POV   Holding my mate while she cries is something I will never get used to. It breaks my heart to hear it, and it makes me enraged that she is feeling this way due to my mother's actions.  I can honestly say I hate my mother. I hate the very fiber of her being. Listening to Chloe describe in such detail what happened that day just reaffirms my mother's guilt in my mind. She is a snake in the grass that needs her head chopped off. Not only did she groom me and brainwash me into being the weak Alpha she wanted me to be, but she also caused the death of my mate's mother. She caused Hannah's death while trying to have me killed! If it were allowed, I think I could kill her myself, honestly.   Chloe moves in my arms, and I look down at her just in time for her to lift her puffy eyes to mine.   "I'm okay,"  she whispers, and I can only nod.

LOGAN POV    I knock at Chloe's door before tucking my hands in my pockets. Lazarus hasn't shut up the entire time we have searched for Kincaid. He wanted us to be by Chloe's side, comforting her.   She takes a minute to open the door, and when she does, my heart stops. She looks just as broken as she did the night I rejected her.   "Hey," I breathe, and she offers me the weakest of smiles.   "Hey," she replies, and I glance behind her towards Karina.    "Would it be okay if we talk for a little while," I ask after refocusing on her?    She hesitates, and Karina stands up from the bed.  "Go, Chloe. I will be fine. I'm thinking about lying down and going to sleep. So don't worry about me," Karina says, and Chloe glances back at her.  "Are you sure

LOGAN POV   My head has never been higher. Holding my mates hand while knowing she bears my mark and I bear hers is a dream come true. Lazarus and I both feel like we are walking on air.  "I'm a little nervous," Chloe suddenly whispers, sounding shy, and I glance down at her curiously.  "Why," I ask, and she rolls her eyes before looking around at the few members we are walking past.   "Because I smell like sex, and Karina will know exactly why I was gone all night," she whispers as her cheeks turn red.    I grin cockily as I think back to the reason why Chloe didn't return to her room last night, and Chloe wacks me in the arm.  "Ouchhh," I say jokingly, and she rolls her eyes for a second time.          I smile at the unnecessary embarrassment my mate is experiencing,

LOGAN POV    It feels strange to have no emotion towards the person who birthed me. Am I a monster? She is my mother. No matter what she has done, that fact hasn't changed. But I feel nothing towards her. Yes, I am angry, but I think I am madder for Chloe than for myself. I am more numb about the things she did to me.   After Gavin pointed out the fact my mom only started showing an interest in me after I proved myself in the ring, my heart has completely hardened towards her. I remember how toxic she was now and how every conversation was oriented around negative emotions. She constantly made me feel emotionally and physically drained just by talking.  She never respected my feelings or appreciated my gentler side. She wants me to be a manly wolf. She preferred for things to be solved with yelling or violence. She hated my father's way of handling things and insisted that

LOGAN POV   "Are you okay," Dad says as he watches our packmates head for the packhouse for Momma Marsh's lunch spread.    I nod, and he turns me away from the warriors removing my mother's body. His dark brown eyes bore into mine. He places both his hands on my shoulders.   "Don't try to spare my feelings, son. Just tell me how you are feeling. If you need to go spend some time alone, I will understand. I can take care of Atticus," Dad says, and I shake my head.  I place one of my hands over his on my left shoulder and smile.  "I'm okay, dad...honest. I am actually relieved she is out of our lives. She was like a poison that needed to be sucked out. I know she was your mate, but I am glad she can't hurt you anymore. That's all she did was hurt us," I explain well, giving my dad a sad smile.  He nods and g