All Chapters of Logan: Alpha Alliance Book I: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Emory--Logan laughs at the reminder of my rule-following ways, but then he sobers. “Emory… forever started for me the second I smelled you. Did you not feel how electric our first touch was? It’s done for me. I’m not sure how it works for humans– truly, no one is completely sure how it works at all– but from what I’ve seen of you… I think we’re already in it. I think the only choices now are whether to fight it or ride it. At least until the full moon. No one knows what happens then, but the elders seem to think we’ll get a respite. I guess what I’m getting at is that nothing we do makes it permanent. It was always going to be that way. Does that… help?” No. No it does not. I can feel my heart racing at the thought that I signed up for forever with a man I didn’t know just by existing in the same space as him. How is that fair? There was no warning, no ‘exit here if you don’t want an inescapable husband!’ It was unavoidable! He could have been anyone I ever ran into. There are no ru

Logan--“So Emory, what should I be prepared for when I meet your family?” She startles a little, like she forgot we will be hosting them in a couple of days. “Oh, I hope it doesn’t go as badly as I’m thinking it will. Probably Bryan and Hunter will be the worst, followed by Mom in her own way. Mom is very excited to meet you and will ask you dozens of invasive questions. Dad will grunt and try to remind her every now and then to be civilized but will mostly enjoy the show. Elliana will add to the fire if she can think of anything, but will mostly just be excited to be in the big city. You can buy her cooperation pretty easily by taking her shopping.I’m not going to lie, though. My brothers are going to be pretty pissed. That article was kind of… invasive for both of us. I’m sure none of them ever wanted to know we’ve had sex, and now they do. On top of that, they would have tried to do the overprotective brother thing, anyway. They think they’re more badass than they are. They’ll c

Emory--I finally resigned myself to getting comfortable with Logan’s boner again. Hey, that kind of rhymes. I’ll take Logan’s boner on a loaner. The phrase breaks down when “moaner” doesn’t really fit anywhere. As long as I don’t actively think about the erection settled against my butt, Logan can go peacefully to sleep and I can take a minute to think things through. I let my anxiety get to me while Logan was in the bathroom. I couldn’t remember whether I had flossed or not and I can’t even imagine waking up with bad breath in the same bed as a werewolf– wolf shifter, I mean! I argued with myself back and forth until I couldn’t take it anymore and resolved to just borrow the sink for a minute and get it over with so I would know for sure I did everything I could about it. What I ended up doing was voyeurism, just like Logan accused me of. I heard the toilet flush and thought he was probably brushing his teeth or flossing, and I just barged in like a bull into the milking barn. I

Logan--With my day ordered in my head, I get up to join Emory in the bathroom. I noticed that she didn’t bring a change of clothes in with her, so I figure we’ll do a swap while she gets dressed out here. I don’t plan on being so shy. I tap her ass when I walk behind her. “You awake yet, gorgeous?”She rolls her eyes in the mirror and finishes brushing her teeth before she answers. “Mostly. I must still be sleepier’n I thought, though, ‘cause I don’t remember tellin’ you I was ready for you to come in here.” There’s the eyebrow, and accent. We’re starting off spicy this morning. I give her a shit-eating grin, just to keep that strength flowing in her veins. She’ll need it today. “I could just feel the vibe through the door. I got the feeling that you were missing these muscles and decided I would do you a favor.” I should find a way to get her fight ready for the day without needling her. The look on her face now says that my balls might be in danger later. Something about it turns

Logan--Emory’s eyes are wide on me, and the girls in the kitchen are whispering just low enough that I don’t know what they’re saying. I can guess, though. There is so much that human men don’t seem to do right. All I want to do is take care of her. I don’t want Emory to need anything long enough to ask for it. Someday soon, I’ll know her well enough that I’ll be able to anticipate anything she wants, and she’ll be able to do the same for me. She’s saved from answering when our breakfasts are brought out to us. We thank the ladies for our food and eat in relative quiet. I can practically hear Emory processing. We’re in the car before she comes to an answer for her musings. She hits the button for the divider between us and Silverson, takes a deep breath, and then turns to face me. I can feel my eyebrows shoot up my forehead when she starts to speak. “I think our discussion went off the rails a bit, in there. I’m not sure how I offended you, but I’d appreciate it in the future if yo