All Chapters of Wrong Bride, True Luna: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

LoganAs soon as the question leaves my lips, Amelia goes silent and tenses. I can feel the tension radiate off in overwhelming waves, which only makes the silence around us sound louder than it is. Before she can take my question the wrong way, I scramble to clarify it. “I’m not suspecting anything is happening between you and Ethan.” Hearing my words, Amelia relaxes a little, lets out a soft breath and nods. I half expect she won’t say anything, but she does, still looking away. “I consider Ethan to be a good friend of mine acutally,” she mutters and chuckles, but the sound comes across a little bitter. “Amelia, I’m not accusing you of being anything more than that.” I add, not wanting her to think the worst of me again. “I know. He helped me so much after I arrived at Deadfang, he truly did everything in his power to make me feel like I belong. I know it could sound weird, but Ethan accepted me as one of his own without a hidden agenda and made me feel truly accepted for the f

EthanAmelia hesitates to accept the flowers—that’s strike two. Strike one is her smile that dropped like a dead weight the moment she opened the door, noticed me and nearly froze up. I notice the tremor of her hand as she grips the flowers, but I don’t comment. At least for now. “Thank you,” she mutters softly, but her voice sounds weak, almost like she’s forcing it. She’s hiding something, I can feel it in my very being. Still, I act like I usually would and pull her into a warm hug, then press my lips to her cheek. As I do, I catch a whiff of scent and my blood boils in my veins. Amelia reeks of Logan. My wolf growls low in his throat, “they met. That bastard found a way to get to her somehow!” “I noticed,” I snap back at him but remain calm on the outside as I pull away from Amelia and flash her a bright smile. “You look good. Well rested?” Amelia’s cheeks turn bright red as she nods quickly and swallows loudly. “I’ve been resting a lot lately,” she assures me, but her voic

LoganI can’t force my legs to move as I watch Amelia leave. I should, I know I’m running out of time, but I simply can’t—at least not until she disappears from the view completely. Sighing and rather unwilling to leave her behind, I turn towards the direction of the base and take the first step, only to stop dead in my tracks. My nostrils flare as I sniff the air and catch on another whiff of a disgusting yet familiar scent. “Leaving so soon?” The cold voice coming from behind me seems to echo around me. I turn slowly and just like I expected, I see Ethan standing nearby. Fuck, I dropped my guard while I was with Amelia, which is why I didn’t notice the bastard creeping up on me. “I’m pretty sure he masked his scent too,” my wolf growls. “I didn’t notice him either and I would’ve caught that stench easily.”“That sounds possible,” I grumble back but don’t let him pull me into a discussion since Ethan is the last person I can turn my back to safely. Sighing, I part my lips to t

AmeliaThe moment those words slip from my lips, I watch Logan’s face fall. He’s not just sad, he’s heartbroken to watch me put my own life before someone else. My eyes don’t leave him as he takes a slow step back, his whole body trembling with restraint and my own heart breaks to watch his pain. A lump forms in my throat as Logan turns around and walks away without another word. I can’t look away even as his back disappears into the darkness. Tears stream down my cheeks, but I don’t bother wiping them away while my wolf howls and cries in my mind. “Amelia, don’t let him go! Don’t let him leave thinking you choose someone over him!” My wolf urges, but I’m left in an impossible situation—facing the choice between assuring Logan and saving Ethan’s life. “Don’t just stand there, go!” My wolf screams. “You know he would never truly try to kill Ethan! Logan isn’t like that, I refuse to believe he’d try something that vile!”Just as I’m about to snap back at her, I hear Sandy call for

Ethan The next morning when I wake up I’m mostly recovered. My wolf’s help paired with medicine Amelia gave me has worked wonders. Slowly, I sit up in bed and scan the room. My eyes instantly find Amelia, sleeping on the couch with an open book beside her. As I carefully slip out of the bed, I can’t look away from her. It really doesn’t surprise me that Logan is obsessed with Amelia—she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. My steps are careful as I step closer. The soft scent of roses that surrounds her draws me in like a magnet I can’t resist. Once I stand right next to the couch, I lean down, bringing my hand to her face. A shiver runs down my spine at the feeling of her soft skin under my fingertips. With a gentleness I’ve never shown anyone before, I run my fingers over her cheek, then lips. “Fuck,” I whisper and shudder, wondering how truly soft her lips might feel against mine, how good she must taste. Unable to resist, I lean closer, wanting—no, needing to check f