Lahat ng Kabanata ng A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Fiona's povI had long known Logan as the alpha of their pack, was controlled by a force deeper than just his quest for power.Not until Rowan emerged, Striving to fully understand the extent of the raw vulnerability that he laid under his unyielding space.It has been many moons since Rowan disappeared from his pack. Logan and I had been bounded by the same aspirations and ideas. Rowan and Logan had once been inseparable. Their bond forged amidst the heat sessions and shared secrets, but when Rowan suddenly vanished without any explanation, leaving his broken pack in his wake, Logan fruiosity became known and visible. He assumed the leadership position with a fierce and burning determination,vowing to rebuild his pack into something unbreakable this time. Ever since I had known Logan, no one has ever questioned his powers. We all see him as a dangerous and devil of his own. His voice alone sends shiver down the pack but now, we couldn't tell what the loyalty of the pack looked like

Fiona's pov "You don't have to be afraid Logan"My voice broke the silence, but in the quietness of the woods, it raced faster, louder than I meant it to.Logan stood still, his back to me, staring up at the moon as if it might give him the answers he refused to ask for. His battling with things left unsaid and feelings we never dared to explore.“ I'm not afraid of anything, I don’t carry things, I can’t handle, have you forgotten who I am?” he said boldly but his voice wavered, as if he was trying to shield his fear with his ego. I stepped closer, the grass soft and tender under my boots. “Then why are your hands shaking?”He stiffened at that, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Slowly, he turned to face me. The usual fire in his eyes was hiding, shadowed by exhaustion, worry and something more fragile.He didn’t speak right away, neither did I.We just stood there, two people tangled in a history too complicated to name, bound by memories of what used to be and

Logan's pov Power doesn’t scream, Its like sand, It slips through your fingers when you’re too sure of your grip. I had held it tightly for years, built my life around keeping it. Now, I could feel it shifting.Something was wrong in my pack.Not loud yet, not fully obvious but just a feeling, a tension that didn’t belong. Like standing in a quiet forest and knowing something was watching.It started small. Quiet talks behind closed doors. Glances exchanged when they thought I wasn’t paying attention. I knew not everyone would agree with my choices. That was normal. But this felt different.And then came Rowan.At first, I welcomed him. He seemed loyal. Smart. Easy to work with. He listened more than he spoke, offered advice when needed, stayed out of the spotlight. The kind of man who fit in too well.But his silence wasn’t peace. It was something else.He had a way of getting involved in everything—training, planning, strategy. He didn’t demand power. He just became part of it, qui

Fiona's pov I couldn’t sleep, sleep wasn't coming any closer. The silence of the forest felt too still, too watchful. Moonlight filtered through the open window of my room, but it did little to soothe the heaviness sitting in my chest.Something wasn't right .The whispers in the pack had grown sharper lately, quieter yes, but more dangerous. They no longer stopped when I entered a room. They carried an edge, like knives cloaked in smiles.And I knew why, Logan was losing them.I sat on the edge of my bed, twisting a worn ribbon between my fingers, trying not to think of the way Rowan had looked at me earlier. Like he knew something I didn’t. Like he was already two steps ahead.Maybe he was.Don’t think like that, I scolded myself, but the truth creeped at me.Logan was pulling away. Not from duty, he was more obsessed with holding the pack together than ever, but from me. His touches had become brief, his words clipped. When our eyes met, they didn’t stay locked like they used to.

Fiona's pov “You look like you're carrying the weight of the whole world on your shoulders.”The voice came from behind me, smooth like silk but heavy with meaning. I turned slowly, already knowing who I would find. Rowan stood firm, on the shadows of the trees, his eyes locked on mine with a stare that felt like it reached into my chest and pulled.“I wasn’t looking for company,” I said, folding my arms.“I know,” he said, taking a few steps forward, not too close, but close enough that I could smell the faint hint of smoke and wild pine that always clung to him. “But I was looking for you.”I looked away, biting the inside of my cheek. He always had this way of showing up when I least expected him, when I most needed clarity and only found more chaos.“It’s been a long time, Fiona,” he said, softer now. “You’ve changed.”“So have you,” I answered, not facing him. “You left.”His silence hung in the air, heavier than any words.“I didn’t leave because I wanted to,” he finally said. “