Logan: Alpha Alliance Book I のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Cora--I have been unsuccessful so far getting in touch with Logan’s brother. Their property is locked up tight, which is almost suspicious in itself. Why does a CEO of a random company need that much security? He’s not in politics, his company isn’t controversial. He has to be hiding something. I returned home more determined than ever to figure out what it could be. Logan has been ‘on sabbatical’ since he and Emory fought it out, with his bulldog assistant taking– and probably discarding– all of my messages. The same with his friends’ assistants, though the one named Derek Loup answered his own phone. That still didn’t get me anywhere, as he hung up as soon as he heard my name. I guess Emory mentioned me. Word must travel fast between them. Texting Emory has also been useless. She doesn’t reply for hours and when she eventually does, I get one word replies that may or may not make sense. She’s clearly falling apart at the seams just when I need her. Typical Emory. My next move is t

Emory--As soon as I open the front door to the building, the dog’s ears perk up, and his tail wags for the first time that I’ve seen since we had our first little walk together. I walk over to him and let him smell my hand, just to make sure he recognizes me. “Hey, boy. Out on your own again? Me, too. I guess you really don’t have anyone looking after you. You’re such a good boy for a dog out on his own. Yes, you are! The best boy.” I catch myself doing the annoying baby talk to him, but I can’t help it. He doesn’t seem to mind too much, anyway– he’s soaking it all in with his eyes blissfully half closed, tail thumping on the ground. I clear my throat and get to my point, not that he knows what I’m saying, anyway. “Do you want to come in out of the cold, boy? I could use someone to snuggle with, and you seem like you could, too.” He hops up once with a soft ruff and walks a circle around me before nudging me back toward the front door of my building. Maybe he understands me, after al

Logan--I’m not offended because it’s true. I lick her hand to show her there are no hard feelings and try one more time to shift and explain myself. Still nothing. Shit. Fated mates are so rare that there isn’t much information to be had on them. Is being stuck in your wolf form a side effect of being away from your mate? How long does it last? All I ever heard of was discomfort, especially for the female half. Discomfort, my ass, I think as I eye the pounds Emory has lost, the scratch marks on and around my claiming-mark on her, and the dark circles under her eyes. The separation damn near killed her, and I couldn’t even operate a damn doorknob to help her. At least my presence is helping her already. I nudge the takeout box back up toward her mouth when she goes to set it down. She needs to get her strength back up.“You ain’t getting any more of this, mister! You already ate all the beef. Let me find a spoon and I’ll finish this rice to remove the temptation for you.” I may not be

Emory--As if she heard that thought, my boss comes stomping up behind me with my third test of the morning. Rocky road, here I come. She has a habitual power play where she just looms over people at the ‘doorway’ to the cube until they either ask her what she needs or have to try and get around her to leave. I choose to bite the bullet and swivel around in my chair. “Hello, Brittany. What can I do for you? I’m so glad to be feeling better and back to work.” She grunts like she thought I was just taking an unscheduled vacation and crosses her arms. “I need a doctor’s note for the week off. And don’t think you’re off the hook for the work you should have gotten done over that week, either. Your laziness overburdened Sara and she had to work overtime last week. Make sure to ask her how you can help her catch up or I’ll hear about it.” She turns to leave without giving me a chance to reply either way, but I relax in my chair anyway. That wasn’t as bad as it could have been, and I’m sur

Logan--“Alright Logan-dog. Now that we have you all legal and I’ve grabbed this huge bag of food for you, let’s finally get home and get both of us fed. I’ll call Cora when we get there. She hasn’t been answering my texts, for some reason.” I’ll be glad to get back to where we can just hang out and not worry about people thinking that I’m the wolf that I am. I can’t say I’m excited about eating dog food when I’m used to just eating raw meat in this form, but I doubt I’ll be getting steak tartare anytime soon with my little rose. She seems more like the ordering-in type than the cooking type. I don’t want to cost her any more money, either. I don’t plan on being a wolf much longer. Surely Landon and the guys are wondering where I am by now? Maybe I’ll at least get dinner and a show tonight– even if dinner is dog food– either from Emory’s conversation with Cora or from her getting ready for bed. I listen to her dialing the phone as we walk the six or so blocks back to her apartment. “