Logan: Alpha Alliance Book I의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 148

Logan--I look down at Emory’s sleeping face. I know she didn’t sleep well last night. I’m betting it was because she was followed again over the weekend– she and Terri didn’t go back out on Sunday like they were planning to before, and it seemed like all the fun had gone out of it for them. I asked if she wanted to talk about anything, but she declined. Silverson told me they had to make evasive maneuvers, that the tail was harder to lose than previous times, but Emory never brought it up and I didn’t want it to seem like I was monitoring her. Technically, I have been monitoring her, but not in the way she would immediately think. It’s not a lack of trust in her so much as a lack of trust in everyone else to leave her alone. That might be something we have to talk about before any telepathy happens. I’d like a chance to choose the right words for that particular conversation. 

Logan--Emory emerges from her “getting ready” room, and I’m waiting for her in the hallway. I think I was supposed to wait for her in the dining room with her family and the Triple Threat of elders, but I just had to be the first to see her. Terri discreetly sneaks around the two of us while I stand rooted to the floor.  Her smile is more subdued than I thought it would be– I recommended Hazel and Liza to help her get ready because they’re already friends and have a tendency to bring a party to whoever they’re around at the time– but she is an absolute vision. Her hair is bunched up and curled at the crown of her head, with a braid wrapping around like a natural tiara, and the dress looks like something a tree spirit would have worn to her wedding. There are all kinds of leaves and flowers in the lace tha

Emory--We all troop the mile or so to the clearing in Central Park that the pack uses for full moon ceremonies. I can’t help but think we need to get a place that Logan or the pack owns privately in order to keep paparazzi or anyone else from seeing something they shouldn’t. We’re technically in a public place right now, which makes the thought of after all the more terrifying. The closer we get to the actual ceremony, though, the more sensual that fear becomes. It’s almost a turn on in and of itself. I’m not sure when I became an exhibitionist, but I’m glad it happened before I needed to do this.  I’m more glad than ever that I agreed to let another couple have their ceremony before ours. Logan said theirs would be sim

Emory--I start to shout my surprise and the anticipation of pain, but I’m shocked when my shout dies on a moan and the arousal that has been simmering in me since the end of the previous ceremony absolutely explodes through my consciousness. I close my eyes and try not to sway under the influence of the heady rush of endorphins pounding through every nerve and blood vessel in my body. Logan places sucking kisses up my neck until he bites my earlobe and growls huskily in my ear. “Your move, little mate. Mate me, take me.” His eyes are practically spot lights, blinding me to anything else as he makes eye contact before using his hold in my hair to shove my mouth against his neck. I manage a shaky laugh in the face of Logan’s wilder side, and murmur back to him “turnabout is fair play, mate.” He growls at me as I give him precise, sucking, kisses in th