All Chapters of A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Logan's povFiona’s scent haunted the air even when she wasn’t near.It clung to me like fire on my skin, deeper than breath, sharper than blood. I couldn’t stop tasting it, even with the chains gone, even as I dragged myself through Wakanda’s cursed grounds, waiting for her to find me.My wolf prowled restless in my chest, pacing, snarling. 'Mate. Find her. Claim her.'But the ground kept shifting with Wakanda’s shadows, with the stench of his soldiers.And through it all, Amaiya’s poison lingered.I remembered her lips pressed where they never should have been, the trap she sprung, the lie she carried, the lie that I had given her a child. It burned me deeper than the chains had. Because I saw her smirk when Fiona’s eyes shattered, and I hated myself for letting her close enough to touch.Now she was gone from here, but not gone from the war.Amaiya was never still. Never silent. She would be weaving her poison somewhere else, twisting truth, tying knots.The air shifted — and my wol

Fiona's pov“Run,” I hissed, though my lungs burned, though the ground itself shook under the beast’s roar.Logan didn’t hesitate. His claws sparked stone as he met the thing head-on, body a blur of fury and wolf. The monster was a wall of shadow and muscle, eyes burning red. Its swipe sent him slamming into rock. I heard a cry tearing loose before I could stop it.I flung my hands forward. Light ripped from my palms, hotter than fire, brighter than the torches lining the cavern walls. It struck the beast square in the chest, searing its flesh. Smoke curled where my power landed. It reeled, bellowing. Logan rose again, blood glinting on his mouth, and leapt. His claws carved into its flank. Through the bond I felt him, rage need, that untamed hunger to shield me.The beast spun, caught him, and hurled him into the river. Cold panic crushed me. “Logan!”I lit the whole chamber in a burst so fierce the walls cracked. He surfaced, gasping, fighting the current. My bond pulled, demanding

Logan's pov “Keep moving,” I ordered, dragging Fiona deeper into the tunnel.“You don’t have to tell me twice,” she snapped, but her hand clung to mine like fire on skin.The stone walls narrowed. Water dripped in steady beats. Behind us, Wakanda’s roar cracked through rock, hunting us still. My wolf clawed inside my chest, snarling to turn, to fight, but I gritted my teeth. Not yet.Fiona stumbled on loose gravel. I caught her against me, my hand splayed on her hip. The heat of her skin bled through torn cloth. She looked up, eyes bright gold with power, lips parted like she was ready to curse me—or kiss me.“Logan,” she said, voice sharp, “don’t look at me like that.”“Like what?” My hand stayed on her, too tight, too unwilling to let go.“Like I’m already yours.”“You are.” The words tore out before I could leash them.She shoved free, light sparking down her arms. “I’m only here because the bond won’t let me leave you to die. Don’t twist it into love.”My chest burned worse than

Logan's pov“Fiona, higher!” I shouted, claws crashing at the stone.She hurled fire upward, molten gold cracking the roof. Dust rained down, chunks breaking loose. Above us, shadows screamed, my father’s scouts swarming.“They’re dropping ropes!” she warned.“Let them,” I growled, silver wolf surging in my chest. “We’ll cut them down.”Her fire flared again, dazzling the cavern like a second sun. Sweat rolled down her throat, soaking her thin dress. My chest tightened, not from fear, desire, raw and inconvenient.“Logan, focus!” she snapped, catching me staring.“I am focused,” I shot back, ripping through another slab of stone. “On the only thing that matters, getting you out.”“You mean us.” She scorched a soldier’s rope, sending him screaming into the black pool below. “If you keep treating me like baggage, I’ll burn you too.”My jaw clenched, wolf snarling. “Try it.”Her fire licked dangerously close to my arm. “Don’t tempt me.”I bared my teeth in a grin, even as blood dripped d

Fiona's pov“Let me go,” I breathed, palms flat against Logan’s chest.“You don’t mean that.” His voice was rough, wolf-laced, his grip caging me against the stone wall.“I do,” I shut back, though my pulse betrayed me, drumming wild. “You think one fight makes me forgive? You think one kiss....."His mouth cut me off, hard and claiming. I shoved, but he deepened it, forcing the bond to flare until my knees threatened to buckle. When he finally tore back, his breath seared my cheek.“You talk about forgiveness like I’m begging for it.” His thumb grazed the curve of my breast, making me gasp. “I’m not. I’ll take you even if you hate me.”My fire burst instinctively, flames crawling over my arms. He didn’t flinch, didn’t let go. His eyes burned silver. “Do it. Burn me. But you’ll still be mine.”“You arrogant bastard,” I hissed, shoving again. “You hurt me. You let Amaiya crawl into your bed....”His snarl cracked the air. “She never touched me.”“She carries a child!”“It isn’t mine!”