Todos los capítulos de Logan: Alpha Alliance Book I: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Emory-- “He’s actually a big sweetheart. You don’t need to worry about him. I’ve got to go, Cora. I’ll think about going out.” I hang up before Cora can try any harder to convince me to go on a one night stand, of all things. “Well, that was pretty unhelpful, wasn’t it? We didn’t even get anybody that could help out with you, Logan-dog.” All I get for my conversational effort is side-eye. “Now, the least you could do after all the work of getting this stuff for you is help hold it for a second. I’m sure you’re strong enough.” I rest the forty pounds of dog food on his shoulders as I reposition the bags to get everything in a comfortable spot so I can carry the bag of food on my hip like a toddler. When I reach to grab it up, however, Logan dances out of my reach. “You’re not built to carry things like that, boy. Let me grab that back!” Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t let me carry it, hopping and mincing just out of my reach every time I try for the bag. He barks at me with a big doggie g

Landon--I have so many questions for Logan when he gets back. A week, he said. A week, my ass. He’s been gone for two weeks now and I’m realizing more and more why he’s the alpha instead of me. I’m okay with enforcing his rules while he’s gone and making sure all the paperwork is done, sort of, but this actual leading shit is beyond me. At this point in my life, anyway. I haven’t tried to have a serious relationship, so I have no advice for the courting couples in the pack, and kids freak me right out. Their parents will have to deal with them. I try to have patience and respect for the pack elders, but they’re just so stuffy sometimes. I don’t know how Logan balances it all on top of the very real and boring behind the scenes work. He is apparently so good at it that he decided to found and direct a company as well, which is also just disgusting. All of the above means that I’ve been sweating bullets for two weeks straight, now. Being Alpha is so unhealthy. I can’t put off the eld

Logan--After another interminably long day waiting for Emory to get out of work, I can’t wait to just get back home and hang out with her on the couch some more. The last few days have been nice in a way that I’ve never managed to find before– I’ve never really taken time to relax and just stare at a television with someone. I’ve invested my entire life in being at the top of every strata I was exposed to. I’ve known for as long as I can remember that Dad was grooming Landon and I to be alphas, and when I showed more interest in leading than Landon did, we really buckled down. When I was chosen Alpha of our pack and I found that Dad indeed trained me well, I had to find something else to strive for. I’ve always needed something to push myself toward. We’re walking home when Emory gets a text and checks her phone. “Get hot, bitch? What is that supposed to mean? Cora is up to something, Logan-dog. But it shouldn’t hurt to humor her.” I think it will hurt– it’s inevitable. I don’t see

Emory--The pounding music doesn’t help my sudden headache at all, and the less said about the lighting in here, the better. It’s been a long time since Cora and I had a girls’ night out, though, so I resolve to enjoy it as much as I can. “Come get drinks!” Cora yells in my general direction, and I follow her to the bar. At one point, we were going out to bars so often that I made it a part of my budget, but now that money has been going into my new apartment fund. I still feel like I’m coming out ahead with this one lapse, plus men seem to always be buying us drinks. Cora says it’s something about how she looks at them and that I just don’t understand men like she does. I think it’s more about the dresses she wears. Between the headache and the music, I’m struggling to hold onto any kind of thoughts. Cora and I are drinking and dancing, and then we’re heading back to the bar where a couple of guys have been buying us drinks. They’re handsome, in a trust fund kind of way. I know Co

Logan-- Even if I was okay with her having ‘entertainment,’ can she really even consent right now? I think the fuck not. I turn my back on her and sit down. She can be mad at me all she wants. I’m mad at her, too, and this was for her own good. That guy could’ve been anybody. He might have been a burglar or serial killer or something. Still could be. Even if she doesn’t ever want me again, even if I’m stuck as a fucking wolf for the rest of my miserable life, it’s my fate to protect her. She is mine. “How the hell am I supposed to get over him if I can’t get under anyone else, huh Logan-dog?” I hate that I hear tears in her voice. My anger and self-righteousness crumble in the face of her pain. I walk back to snuggle her as she slides to sit against her wall. I start to lick the tears off her face, but I catch the pheromones in her sweat from dancing with that asshole and decide that just cuddling is the better option. I try again to shift and realize it’s the first time in days I