บททั้งหมดของ Logan: Alpha Alliance Book I: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Logan-I don't know how much longer I can walk behind this woman without going postal. Usually, I run hard up all fifteen flights of these stairs just to burn off enough extra energy to make it through a day at my desk. This is after I run here from my condo and that comes after a quick run in Central Park in my wolf form at 5 a.m. Though it’s redundant to have a house and a condo in the same city, I’ve set up my morning routine so that I make a straight line between all four locations– house, park, condo, work. Besides, it’s good to have the condo for business meetings. It makes a different impact than the pack house would have. I can’t imagine introducing investors to my brother and Beta. Better that we all stay a little more civilized. The more I can put myself through my paces, the better control I have of my wolf and the more civilized I can be. After all these years alone, he's becoming less like a wolf in temperament and more like a Siberian husky– nice to look at, but high st

Logan-Oh fuck.That’s all I can hear in my head. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. She’s mine. She’s absolutely my subordinate and I can’t rightfully touch her and she’s beautiful and she’s mine. I can’t decide if I'm ready for this or not– if I want to claim her or send her far away and hope my wolf didn’t notice meeting her. Slim chance of that. Clearly, I have some maneuvering to do. I have to find a way to get the little liar’s information and get her clear of me professionally so that I can have her personally. “What does my schedule look like today, Anna?” I ask as I settle behind my desk. It's big, but I keep it clean– one tray for incoming paperwork and another for outgoing paperwork, and my dual monitors. Anna stands in front of me, between the two leather chairs she insisted I get in case anyone visits me here long enough to want to sit. She has her tablet in her hand so she can keep my schedule and her notes in front of her at the same time. The tablet seems half her size, but she packs

Logan-“Logan” James cracks out like a whip to end my spiraling, as well as to keep me from mentioning the wolf secret on an unsecured line. “Clearly you’ve been thinking about this too long today. You know better than to plan steps B-Z before knowing positively what step A and its consequences would be. You know exactly where we need to start. Do you truly want to connect to your mate right now, yes or no? It will change your whole life and just yesterday you were perfectly happy to play the game. Are you ready to settle down as a family man when you’re currently in your prime? Because that’s what she’ll ask of you. That’s what all women want if you give them too much…. Time.” “‘Time’ was totally the word you were planning on going with.” Deek says with a roll of his eyes. He looks into the camera to give the illusion of frank eye contact. “I think we already know that you want her and you're ready to go after her. Let's set a plan for operation… What's her name, Logan?”“Emory. She

Logan--I don't know why, but I didn't expect to be having so much… fun. I knew Emory and I would have chemistry, and I even expected we would get along well together because we're mates. That's how mates work. What I didn't expect was for her to be so funny when I can finally get her to relax enough to think through the instinctive arousal– not that I mind that, either. When I first caught her heady scent after asking her to dinner, I thought I was going to pass out from all the blood leaving my brain. I can't even think of anything to compare it to, it's just… my new favorite smell. There’s a musky note, along with something sweet and floral– maybe orange blossoms? It makes me want to edge her all day every day, just so I can let that fragrance permeate my skin and hair and nose and every molecule of me– but then I realize everyone else like me would be smelling her, too, and I’m already far too possessive of her for that. It’s hard enough to share her smiles with anyone else. She

Emory--I’m standing in front of my apartment building, wondering how to say goodbye without making Logan think I’m getting rid of him. It is way, way too soon to invite him up, but I have to get out of these heels soon or I’m going to gnaw my feet off at the ankles. I catch myself biting my lip and he clears his throat to say something along the lines of “well goodbye.” I look up at him and decide to be brave. Obviously, he's into me for some reason, and a kiss goodbye wouldn't be too fast, would it? So I grab a fistful of his shirt and suddenly we’re kissing. Holy shit, are we kissing.My back hits the wall and my front collides with Logan, then a hand at the back of my neck has a firm grip on my hair to tilt my head just where he wants me, and I don’t think I ever want to breathe again unless the air comes from his lungs. The smell of whatever cologne he’s wearing has my nipples puckering and my lashes fluttering. What the hell does he smell like, eu de pheromones?? It’s got some k