Semua Bab A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Fiona's pov “He should’ve been back by now.”I said it aloud this time, not just in my head, and my voice came out sharper than I meant it to. My eyes locked on the door like I could will it open, but it didn’t move. Just the hollow creak of the wind outside and the tick of the grandfather clock in the hall.Rowan sighed behind me. “You said that twenty minutes ago.”“And twenty minutes ago, he should’ve already been here.”“He knew what he was doing, Fi....”I spun on him. “Did he?”Rowan froze mid-step. His dark eyes narrowed a little, and I could tell I’d struck a nerve, but I didn’t care. I was too far past politeness. Too far past pretending I wasn’t ready to tear the walls down if it meant finding Logan.“He went to Mia, Rowan,” I said, voice tight. “That’s not a ‘quick talk.’ That’s walking into a nest with your throat already exposed.”Rowan didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at me like he wanted to argue but knew better. I hated that. I hated the silence more than

Fiona's pov The fog clung to the treetops like a warning no one could read.Something was wrong.Not the kind of wrong you could explain. The kind that lived in your bones.I stood on the manor’s back steps with bare arms crossed, the early light spilling pale and cold across the woods. Logan had gone out before dawn, quiet and alone, despite everything. Despite what we’d learned about Rowan, about Mia.He said he needed to clear his head.But I felt it before anything else. Like something inside me tore.I stumbled, clutching the doorframe as the breath left my lungs.Then I ran.The ridge woods were quieter than they should’ve been. The wind held its breath, the trees watching.I followed the scent first was Logan’s blood.It led me to the clearing.He lay still in the grass, crumpled and unmoving. His shirt was soaked through, his chest rising in faint, shallow pulls. Red streaked the ground beneath him, too much to make sense of.“Logan!”I dropped to my knees, my hands hovering

Fiona's pov"I meant every darm word"My voice was raw and almost swallowed by the rustle of wind outside the open window. The room smelled like rain and earth, like him_the alpha. Logan was sitting up in the bed now, propped against a wall of pillows, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the raw, healing scar across his ribs.He turned his head slowly toward me, those gray eyes darker than usual_watchful, unreadable. He hadn't said much since we returned.Since whatever happened in that forest.But I could still feel it, I had own up to my feelings and finally confessed to him. The quiet pull of something larger than both of us. I thought I was going to lose him.“i couldn't believe it at first...,” he said finally, his voice rasped and rough from everything his body had endured. “But I need to hear it again.”I looked at him, startled. “You want me to say it again?”Logan nodded. “I’ve been living in a world of silence, Fiona. Let me remember the sound of you choosing and lovin

Fiona's pov "Fiona," Logan whispered, still holding me in the dim, trembling cavern. “What did she mean, that we were never meant to survive this bond?"I shook my head slowly, swallowing against the thick knot in my throat. The air still shimmered with red light, the altar pulsing faintly like a dying heart. “I don’t know,” I said, barely above a breath. “But I saw it, Logan. The First Luna, the First Alpha. They burned for this, bled for this.”He tightened his arms around me, his breath hot against my temple. “I saw them too. And I felt it. Like… like their choices are tangled in ours. Like we’re not walking forward—we’re just repeating them.”A silence settled, but it wasn’t peace. It was the hush before a collapse.I pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. “Logan… something’s happening to you. Your power. It’s not just growing, it’s changing you.”His jaw clenched, and I could feel the truth quivering inside him before he said it. “I can’t always feel where I end anymore, F

Fiona's pov “You always get that look when you’re about to do something dangerous,” Logan said softly.I smiled, but it didn’t quite reach my eyes. “What look?”“The one that says you’re going to lie to me and pretend you’re just going for a walk.”We were alone in the stillness of early morning, wrapped in the quiet hush before the storm. The fire behind us had burned low, throwing lazy shadows across the stone walls. Logan’s shirt was half-buttoned, bandages peeking out where the healing hadn't caught up yet. He leaned against the hearth like standing took effort but his gaze was steady, fixed on me like I was the only thing anchoring him.I stepped closer and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. “I’m not lying.”“But you’re still leaving.”I nodded. “Thornwood’s unraveling. I need to see it for myself.”His jaw tightened. “Let me come with you.”“You’re still recovering.”“Doesn’t matter.”“It does to me,” I said gently. I took his hand, pressing my fingers to the inside of