All Chapters of Logan: Alpha Alliance Book I: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Logan--   I step back for a moment to admire the sight before me. Emory is bare to me, ass gently waving to entice me to hurry up with my ogling and pleasure us both. She’s so wet, she’s literally dripping in front of the desk. Ollie is going to be pissed, but for now it’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. I catch one droplet sliding down her thigh and slick my fingers before I start playing with her clit. “I can’t decide if I should reward you for being so damned scorching hot or if I should punish you for being bare without telling me about it first. You’re going to have my seed dripping down your thighs just like this for the rest of the night, dirty girl.”  Emory shudders against the feather-light circles I’m drawin

Emory-- Ollie and Logan both nod solemnly before Ollie answers me. “Bad luck not to name an op. Name the op or become the op.” He and Logan high five after that, for some reason. I guess this is what they mean when they say boys will be boys. I bet they’d be ecstatic to get walkie talkies for Christmas this year.  Logan shoots me a quick grin at the last thought before he turns to Ollie. “Great party you have here, by the way. The food is really good. You’ll have to let Deek know who you went with for his next event. You remember the horrible duck foam shit he had that one time?” Logan pretends to shudder before they both laugh. “It doesn’t matter how many years it’s been, I’ll never be able to repress the smell of that stuff. I had to sell the car

Logan--I purposefully didn’t think about my issues while Emory dealt with her brother. She had enough on her mind with that idiot. Plus, I can handle this on my own. I wait for Emory to find something else to distract herself with before I read through the email from Anna again. I’m technically still on my honeymoon through the end of the week, but I’ve spent a little time every day going through my inbox and telling her which way to go on the high priority issues. This email sat alone in my inbox this morning, waiting for me like a bloated spider in the middle of its web.  From: acarmichael@ulfind.comTo: lulfur@ulfind.comSubject: Morality Clause

Logan--   It’s nice, if strange, to have Emory taking on the traditional duties of our Luna. I knew intellectually that she would– it’s what’s expected of her as my mate, and the elders have been asking for a Luna for years, now– but the reality of the situation is like having an archaeologist travel back in time to study you. She’s asking me questions about all these traditions that I’ve never put much thought into before and then nodding her head and assuming “religion” when I don’t have a direct answer. This must be what ancient peoples would feel like if time travel existed.   I’m doing my level best to get ready for work on Monday and have an earnest, important conversation with Emory at the same time. I&rsq

Emory--It wasn’t until Logan walked out the door that I realized how he distracted me away from whatever issues he’s dealing with today and ran from me before I could call him on it. I texted him to let him know I’m not happy about it, but he only replied to tell me he’d be in meetings all day. I know he’s not excited about whatever he’s doing, so I decide to have the apprentices cook him something special for dinner tonight. He’s normally a steak and potatoes kind of guy, with an added acknowledgement of the supposed importance of vegetables, so I ask them to make the best possible steak with baked potato and asparagus. That done, I set aside a nearly-transparent nightie and make a plan for tonight. I’ll make sure his night is better than work today.   Once I have all my plans squared away, I