All Chapters of Logan: Alpha Alliance Book I: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Emory--Logan and I are both lying horizontally across the bed, floating in the blissful aftermath of our intense session. I guess he technically did win, but at this point I don’t– can’t– care. Once he drags himself off the floor and into the bed with me, we both lay quietly as we catch our breaths. I’m starting to notice the… fluids on my chest and stomach are getting cold, which is not comfortable. Unfortunately, getting under the covers like this would be gross, too.Logan moans a bit before patting me on the thigh. “I’ll get it, sit tight for a few.” He stretches, biceps tightening beside his head, abs delineated in stark relief until he relaxes and goes boneless for a second. I can feel his smugness in my head where he caught me drooling, but that abruptly stops when he sees the mess he made of me. “Hmm. Actually, give me a moment to memorize this.” I roll my eyes and lay still for him, not coherent enough to speak yet, but getting there. My recovery is accelerated when he sits

Emory--Bryan isn’t done with Elliana, though. “How much would you have had if you actually paid any of your bills like we all had to?” She huffs and shouts an insult back at him. Paradoxically, I find myself relaxing as my family settles back into their norm.  When Mama jumps in to tell them to quit their bickering, I get a hit of nostalgia so strong that my eyes tear up. This was what I needed when they first got here. They accept Logan and I, and no matter what happens, we’ll always come back to being a family. Logan plays with a bit of my hair, feeling nostalgic himself. His childhood was obviously very different from mine, but fights between siblings are universal.  After such a normal breakfast, I’m able to have peace about them loading up with Landon and heading to the flight back

Emory--I can feel Logan’s mental state becoming… sneaky? I try to give him as much privacy as I can, and we’ve both found that keeping ourselves busy with our own things helps us stay out of each other’s business when necessary. It’s a little bit like having a radio station playing in the background all the time. You stop noticing it after a while, but when you slow down or something shocking is said, you tune back in. I know I’ve been driving Logan crazy with the songs that get stuck in my head– he’s not a fan of country music– so we’re very productive when we’re not together.   Most of the time, I like being able to stay far enough apart to do things in separate rooms of the pack house. We get to have the “How was your day”

Emory--I’m nervous as all get-out. Logan said that Ollie’s had this charity event planned for months now, that he throws one around this time every year for a local women’s shelter, but we’ve been so busy that he hasn’t thought to tell me about it. Of course all of the guys go to each other’s events. It’s what friends do, after all. They donate insane amounts of money to their friends’ favorite charities, like anyone would. Everybody’s done it. Take a breath, baby. It’s more about networking, anyway. You don’t even have to see the check if you don’t want to. I can tell Logan is trying to help me calm down, but honestly, he just makes it worse. I know the amounts he’s been tossing around in his head, and the fact that he has that in the bank and doesn’t even think of giving it away as the main part

Emory--I’m doing my level best to ignore all the invasive questions the paparazzi hurl our way as we walk down a roped-off carpet leading to the front door of what must be Ollie’s mansion. It’s large, but I can hardly take in the details while I focus on my gracious smile and thousand yard stare over everyone’s heads.   “Logan, have you always been into kinky sex or is it just with Emory?” “Emory, will you leak more nudes anytime soon?” “Logan, are you really a werewolf or just an animal in bed?”  “Mr. and Mrs. Úlfur, why weren’t we invited to your wedding? Do you have something to hide? Are you ashamed?”