Semua Bab A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Fiona's pov “Why do you keep fighting for me?” I asked quietly, my voice soft.Logan’s eyes darkened as he pulled me closer. “Because I won’t lose you. Not to Rowan, not to anyone.”I pulled back just enough to look at him, searching for the man I once knew. “It feels like I’m caught between two storms.”He laughed bitterly. “Storms? Maybe. But I’m the one who’s been standing here, fighting to protect this pack and you.”I didn’t know how to answer. Because I was tired. Tired of being fought over like a prize, tired of secrets and lies threading through every moment.“Rowan’s plans are getting clearer,” I said, lowering my voice. “He’s making moves. Quiet, but dangerous.”Logan’s jaw clenched. “I know and I’m ready for him.”I caught the first glimpse of Rowan again that night. He stood at the edge of the clearing, cloaked in shadow. His eyes locked on me, fierce and unreadable.When our gazes met, my heart slammed in my chest.He stepped forward slowly, voice low and calm.“You don’

Logan's povThe scent of roasted meat, something colder filled the air. Excitement, yes, but also tension, just around the surface. Like the pause before a lightning strike.I stood near the center of the clearing, surrounded by wolves, my pack. The fire in front of me roared, throwing sparks into the sky and painting faces in shades of orange and red. Tonight was meant to be a celebration. After months of hardship, we were finally able to feast, to laugh, to breathe without the weight of constant danger pressing down on us.But my shoulders were still tight. My hand stayed close to the hilt of my blade. I couldn’t relax. Not completely not when I could feel the shift in the air.“Pack,” I called out, raising my voice above the music and chatter. It quieted instantly, every head turning toward me. “We’ve fought hard. We’ve lost, we’ve bled, and we’ve rebuilt. This land, our land, stands strong because we refused to break.”A cheer rose, wild and full of pride. It rolled through the cr

Fiona's pov He stood there, not twenty feet from me, same dark hair, same jawline, same scar over the right brow I’d earned in my first fight. But his eyes… they weren’t mine. Mine were sharp, yes. Focused.But His? Empty, black like all the light had been drained from them and filled with something ancient, something dead.“What are you?” I asked, voice low.He tilted his head slightly, amused. “Not the question I expected from you.”“I asked it anyway.”He smiled, my smile, twisted. “You already know the answer. You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The pull in your blood. The change in the air. The way the shadows seem to follow.”“You’re not real.”He took a step forward. “Aren’t I?”I gripped my sword tighter, forcing myself to focus. “Tell me what this is. What the Hollow Blood wants.”He stopped at the edge of the moonlight. “We don’t want war, Logan. Not yet. We want memory.”“Memory?”He nodded slowly. “Long ago, a choice was made. A bloodline was broken. Hidden, forgotten. But bloo

Fiona's pov The storm rolled over the ridge like a living thing, and wind moaned through the Blackridge halls, rattling windows and making the torches flicker.I stood at the cliff of my balcony, hands gripping the railing, my heart beating out a rhythm I didn’t understand. It wasn’t just the weather.A warning.I could feel Logan through the bond—distant but burning hot like fire beneath the skin. He’d been gone since dusk, off chasing whispers and danger. No one would tell me what exactly he was after.I hated how I felt the moment he left.Worried like something inside me had shifted, and I couldn’t explain it.Behind me, the door creaked open and i turned.It was Silas.He didn’t need to speak. His face said everything.“It’s Logan,” I breathed.Silas nodded grimly. “He’s back but injured" breathing.”The floor tilted under me for a second, and then I was moving quickly.Running.Down staircases, past startled warriors, past rooms that blurred as I passed. The infirmary doors ope

Logan's pov "Fiona!" I roared again, storming into the pack house.No answer.Guards flinched as I passed, pressing themselves against the walls. No one dared meet my eyes. My boots pounded against the hardwood floor like thunder.I climbed the stairs two at a time. My chest burned, my wolf pacing just beneath my skin.She had to be in her room. She had to be safe.I shoved the door open without knocking.She stood by the window, framed by moonlight. Hair tangled, her back straight, her head high like always. Unshaken bold and defiant."Logan," she said, her voice low but steady. "You don't knock now?""You don't answer when I call," I growled.She turned slowly, her green eyes flashing with fire. "why are you boiling right now?."I took a step in, fists clenched. “Do you even know what just happened?”She didn’t flinch. “Rowan again, isn’t it?”My expression tightened. “He’s inside our territory. He’s been here for weeks, using tunnels, hiding in the old storage den.”She blinked, a