All Chapters of Logan: Alpha Alliance Book I: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

James-- My consciousness fades back into reality as I set the paddle down and deal with the condom. Layla is still deep in subspace when I come back– laying compliantly where I left her. The only move she made was to lay her head to the side so she can breathe as she lays across the bench I have her limbs cuffed to. I uncuff her wrists first and rub the redness out of them where she couldn’t help pulling against the restraints. Her hands have been warm and peachy the whole time, so I know they weren’t too tight. After uncuffing her ankles, I pull her up and sit on the couch with her on my lap. We agreed to snuggle for aftercare, and I pet her hair quietly until she recovers enough to tell me that I gave her exactly what she needed and that I wasn’t too rough with her. I’ve been experiencing Dom drop more and more lately as my needs have crept toward the extreme. As of late, I need to offer more and more pain to keep control of myself and my wolf in between… sessions. It helps when

Logan--Thank the stars I’m finally back on two legs! I don’t know how James knew to come help me, but learning about all that will have to wait. “James, you have no idea how thankful I am that you came here, but now I need you to leave. You, on the other hand, need to get your ass over here, little rose.” I pull Emory to me and kiss her like I’ve been wanting to for weeks now. She’s surprised at first, but once I use my grip on her hair to tilt her head the way I need it, she gets on board with a moan. I’ve been marinating in her scent and presence this whole time and unable to do a single thing about it, so I pour all of my frustration and dominance into the kiss. Next thing I know she’s fully melted against me and I have her pressed to the wall so we don’t end up on the floor. After a few moments of this, as I’m working Emory’s shirt up her stomach so I can feel her skin against mine, I realize that James didn’t leave when I asked him to. I remove myself from Emory’s hair and mou

Emory--That’s when I saw the pictures of me, bruised and crying, clearly drinking straight from a bottle of tequila. Fuck. I did not give her permission to use those. Humiliation washes over me as I think of how many people have already seen this. How many people think I was used and abused by my boss? Well– he’s my boss’ boss, a few layers removed. I just know that Brittany and Sara already think I was trying to sleep my way to the top. Cora just ruined my life as well as Logan’s, trying to get her big break. There has to be an explanation for this. Cora would never hurt me like this. I told her everything in strict confidence, and I know I didn’t ask her to go after Logan for my sake. She must think that she’s getting revenge on my behalf, but wouldn’t she know just how much this would destroy everything I’ve been working for since we graduated high school? I am nude in these pictures, with pixelated bits over the bare minimum to provide some mockery of my modesty. Cora would neve

Emory--I retreat entirely into my mind. I have nothing to say to Logan until I decide whether or not I want to acknowledge this ‘‘fated mate’’ insanity. On the one hand, I’m a grown-ass woman and he can’t tell me what to do. On the other hand, though, I keep thinking back to how much better I feel in his presence, human body or not. I didn’t feel like I could ever get out of bed again until I let Logan-the-wolf into my apartment. I was tired and achy and depressed. My bite wound– Logan calls it a mating mark– even itched less and healed a bit after time spent with him. Aaron’s hands on me felt wrong and left me cold. It’s like his touch caused TV static under my skin. All that taken into account, I might physically need Logan in order to live, no matter how much of an asshole he is. I’m torn on him actually being an asshole at this point, anyway. I wouldn’t have told anyone a secret this big right off, either. Just seeing the subdued panic in the actions of someone as tightly contr

Logan--Emory's reply to Nick is soft and tearful. I hate putting her through this. “I know I should be grateful. I just don’t know what else to tell you besides what you’ve already heard. I didn’t give her permission to use those pictures, or to record me. She lied in the article about my relationship with Logan. It’s such a betrayal, sir. Nick, I mean.” I’m glad we left Emory the simplest part. She just has to speak her truth to the officer. Using the pictures without permission is enough to get Cora arrested on its own, as far as I can tell, and my lawyers will leverage anything else we can find to compound her punishment. I want to get this over with so Emory can start healing. “I understand. It sounds like a pretty open-and-shut case to me, and your boyfriend there has some of the best lawyers in the state on his side. You’ll be just fine. Stay inside as much as possible until the press dies down and I think you’ll be golden. Stay off social media, too. My work here is done for