“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 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

  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 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 couldn’t fathom anything happening to him. This was the third in a row that day that he had fucked Celia senselessly. He wondered if it was lust or love. But then it might be the two. He has gotten so attached to Celia, that he even noticed the changes in her body. She is no werewolf but her body grows almost rapidly. Together, they go to work in the morning and she makes sure she waits for him while he works late at night. Now, he hates the fact that he agreed to be a personal maid to his ex and his biological brother. He wanted to prove to them that he has nothing against them for betraying him and also that he has no feelings for Cynthia again. They can actually go to hell if they want but as long as he knows, he has a bright future waiting ahead