All Chapters of Alpha Logan's Mistress: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

REINAThe moment Seraphina’s voice rose against me, it was as though the air had been stolen from my lungs.“She has been climbing into his bed,” she said clearly, her words sharp enough to pierce through me. “That is why Logan favors her. She sneaks into his chambers at night.”The claim struck me like a physical blow. My chest constricted, my palms went clammy, and the weight of every eye in the room pressed down on me. My lips parted, desperate to defend myself, but no sound came.Her mother’s face hardened instantly, her sharp eyes narrowing as they fixed on me. She carried the kind of authority that left no space for argument.“Is this true?” she demanded, but before I could answer, she waved her hand, silencing me. “No, do not speak. I can already see it in your eyes. You are trembling, you cannot even form your words properly. Guilt always reveals itself.”“No—” My voice cracked, rising against my will. “My lady, I swear, I would never! I have never—”“What sort of castle is th

LOGANIt was nearly midnight.The silence in my chambers should have been comforting, but it wasn’t. It was suffocating. I had been pacing the length of the room for what felt like hours, restless energy crawling beneath my skin. I tried distracting myself with paperwork, with the fire crackling low in the hearth, even with the glass of wine I’d abandoned on the table. None of it worked.Because she wasn’t here.I’d expected Reina to show up, maybe with fresh linens or one of her nervous smiles. I thought I would at least catch her scent drifting in from the hallway, something to settle the gnawing unease. But the hours stretched thin, and there was nothing. Not her face, not her voice, not her presence.I told myself it was nothing. That she was just a maid. That she was probably off in some corner of the castle, too busy scrubbing or running errands to come near me. Still, my chest tightened with every passing minute.When the knock came, I almost let out a breath of relief. For a s

SERAPHINAThe morning sunlight poured through the silk curtains, brushing warm streaks of gold across the floor of my chamber. For once, I woke up smiling. Today was the first day of the wedding ceremony, and every detail I had envisioned for months would finally unfold before my eyes. My hands instinctively reached for the veil draped across the vanity, and I held it up to my face, imagining the moment the entire hall would bow as I walked in beside Logan.I sat straighter in bed, excitement thrumming through me. This was it. The day I had waited for, the day I would stand before everyone as their future Luna, the woman who conquered the most powerful Alpha in the North. I could already picture the whispers, the admiration, the envy.“Seraphina, my jewel.”My mother’s voice startled me. She swept into the chamber with her usual elegance, her gown a cascade of blue silk that trailed the floor. Her smile was wide, her eyes sparkling as she came closer and cupped my face.“You are rad

LOGANThe scents of spiced wine, roasted meat, and polished wood filled the air, mixing with perfumes carried in from distant lands. Some wolves wandered toward the courtyard for the scheduled tour of the castle, curious about every wall and tower, while others stayed behind, circling the long tables to taste the finest wines and sample every dish.I sat in the chair that had been arranged for me and Seraphina at the front of the hall. It was an elevated seat, meant to symbolize power, meant to remind everyone whose house they were in. Cullen stood close at my right side, as he always did, his posture straight, his eyes scanning the room with that calm, unbothered look he carried everywhere. He didn’t have to speak; he was just as aware as I was. Our presence together was a warning on its own.My own eyes never rested. I scanned every face that moved through the crowd. I listened to the smallest scraps of conversation that floated my way, even when they weren’t meant for me. But even

SERAPHINAThe morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, soft and golden, as if the sun itself had chosen to bless me with its favor. It should have comforted me. It should have made me feel as if everything was perfect, as if everything was falling into place the way it was meant to. After all, yesterday—the first day of the wedding ceremony—had gone smoothly. Guests had admired me, praised me, whispered my name with awe. I smiled until my cheeks ached, had walked gracefully, had played my part flawlessly.And yet, here I was, sitting in front of my vanity with Tara brushing through my hair, my stomach tied in knots.Mother sat nearby, sipping her tea delicately, her back as straight as the queen she thought she was. “Day two,” she said with a satisfied smile. “You see, Seraphina? I told you yesterday would be perfect. Everything went exactly as it should.”I bit the inside of my cheek, keeping my eyes on my reflection. “Perfect isn’t the word I’d use.”Mother’s brow arched