All Chapters of Logan: Alpha Alliance Book I: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Emory--Most days, I blink my eyes open in the morning and it takes me a few minutes– okay, an hour and a half– to really get into my day and remember what I’m supposed to be doing. Today, I wake up with the preternatural stillness of realizing something you’ve been dreading is happening in mere hours. It’s like waking up on Christmas morning as a kid if Santa Clause was actually a demon. I realize I’m being dramatic. I love my family, of course I do. I just don’t always like them. I’ve noticed that anytime something in my life is complicated, I prefer to wait to tell them about it until everything is resolved. My parents– and Bryan, really– over-simplify situations in a way that I’m sure some people would see as charmingly small-town. I just see it as naive. Elliana and I both grew up with the knowledge that even though we have a support system, some things are better dealt with alone. On top of my parents and Bryan, Hunter has spent his whole life trying and failing to be Bryan 2.

Logan--It’s a struggle to keep my mind on work today, but while I’m here I need to be as productive as possible. My days are starting to fill back up again as the department heads trust my presence back more and more. I had Anna block off my afternoon without any description of what I actually needed to do at the time. Oh, shit, speaking of Anna, she went through the plan for my morning and I’m just now realizing that I don’t have everything I need to look over for my next meeting. I page her desk and am met with an uncharacteristic pause. “.... Sir?” She finally says. Is our intercom system broken? “Yes, Anna, there’s a file that I need for the next meeting– do you have the updates on the Andersons? I just know it’ll get brought up. Are you okay, by the way?” I tag the last on, just to make sure. It’s unlike Anna to leave me without all the information I need, and that’s on top of her frosty demeanor lately. Usually, I would just let it go– maybe she’s having an off day– but I kn

Landon--I have one job today. I’m free of Cora, for once, and I try to enjoy the absence of blue balls to the fullest. I don’t know if it’s a holdover from when I didn’t know she was a psychotic bitch, but the more I watch her, the more she sticks in my head. I haven’t mentioned anything to Logan about it, but I’m starting to wonder if I landed on my kidnapping plan just to resolve this obsession growing like a fungus in my brain rather than actually fixing my mistake. Honestly, I could be making a worse mistake by grabbing her…. Damnit, she’s in my head again.I’m picking up Emory’s family from the airport. I’m not sure if I was chosen for the job because of my sparkling personality, or as Logan’s first line of defense in case they actually turn out to be assholes. I’m ready for it to go either way. I checked up on social media, and they all seem like normal enough people. Bryan might be a bit paranoid– it’s unusual for someone his age not to have an account on any platform. Mr. Dav

Logan--“Good to finally meet you, young man. You’ve met Terri, but these are my sons Bryan and Hunter, and my youngest girl Elliana. Everybody, come be polite, now. Show’s over.” He waves over a basketball team of gingers. They must get their coloring from him, though what hair he has left is white now. Terri looks like a brunette that dyes her hair blonde, and their children’s hair ranges from Hunter’s carrot orange to Elliana’s deep auburn. Emory and Bryan hit somewhere in the middle, with him more toward a dark copper and Emory’s almost scarlet. None of them have to look up to meet my eyes, which is a new experience for me. “Great to meet you all. Emory has told me so much about you.” Hunter snorts a laugh at this and Elliana rolls her eyes, but Bill smiles sweetly at his daughter. “She’s a good one. We just had to come up and support her. We couldn’t leave her all alone to deal with those leeches with cameras all the time. You need family in times like this.” I can already te

Logan--“The chosen one!” Shouts Hunter, jokingly, as he makes jazz hands in Emory’s general direction. Landon chuckles and bumps shoulders with him. I grit my teeth in an effort to hold my temper at their cavalier attitude toward my mate. She’s Luna, and she’s mine, and she deserves their respect. I realize that this is a big change for her family, though. They require my patience and understanding, like a pup would. Bryan, of course, doesn’t lose the thread of his thoughts with Hunter’s jeering. “Fated, meaning not her choice? Fated, meaning forced?” His volume is rising, as is the color in his cheeks. Even Bill is looking implacable beside him. He’s not a fan of Bryan’s assumptions, either. Terri is looking back and forth like our argument is a tennis match, waiting for someone to make us all a happy family again.“There’s an element of… physical necessity for proximity. Keep in mind that I didn’t choose this, either. I would have dated Emory more traditionally, if I could have.