All Chapters of BOUND BY ONE DEAL: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Logan’s POVThe air inside the private vehicle was suffocatingly quiet on the drive back from the gym. Logan stared out the tinted window, watching the city lights bleed together into blurred streaks of gold and red. Beside him, James sat motionless, his sharp jawline rigid, his heavy Alpha aura still buzzing with residual adrenaline.James had handled Maxwell. He had stepped up, used his secret leverage, and completely crushed the threat that had been keeping Logan awake for nights on end.Underneath the lingering terror, a strange warmth bloomed in Logan’s chest. For a split second, he allowed himself to believe something he hadn't dared to hope for before. He remembered what James had told him not too long ago that if Logan ever ended up pregnant, James would step up and take full responsibility. James had given his word.Holding onto that memory, Logan wanted to believe that James didn't just view him as a piece of property or a secret to keep hidden. Maybe James actually cared ab

Logan’s POV The silence in the dorm room was heavy, suffocating, and thick with the heavy scent of spent heat and lingering Alpha musk.Logan lay slumped against the leather sofa, his breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches. His chest was flushed, his body completely weak and trembling from the intense physical high they had just shared. He had kept his final boundary intact they hadn't crossed into full intercourse but every inch of his bare skin felt marked, bruised, and consumed.Sitting on the edge of the sofa, James ran a hand through his dark, disheveled hair. The possessive haze in his eyes was slowly clearing, replaced by a complex mix of guilt and frustration as he looked down at Logan’s trembling frame."Logan..." James started, his voice unusually low, carrying a rare edge of hesitation. He reached out, his fingers hovering near Logan’s bare shoulder before pulling back. "About last night... when you brought up the pregnancy test."Logan didn't move. He kept his head turn

Logan’s POV The housing transfer notice came completely out of nowhere, delivered with the mechanical efficiency of an administrative order that had been fast tracked through channels nobody else could touch.Logan stood by the edge of his unmade bed, clutching the sheet of paper so tightly his knuckles turned stark white. The official crest of the university was stamped at the top, bearing the crisp, unfeeling signature of the Dean. Beside him, Owen read the document in quiet, uneasy silence. Owen’s face was drawn with genuine concern, but Logan wasn't just concerned he was practically vibrating with a hot, suffocating rage. He didn't need to ask how this had happened. He didn't need to read between the lines. The invisible hand of James’s family influence was written across every single word of the transfer command."They’re moving you today?" Owen asked low, his voice careful as he watched Logan’s chest heave with rapid, controlled breaths. "Right now?""Yeah," Logan forced out th

Chapter 18 Three days. Seventy-two agonizing, suffocating hours of complete, unyielding silence.For three straight days inside Room 402, Logan had rendered James completely invisible. He didn't look at him, he didn't acknowledge his existence, and he certainly didn't speak to him. If James walked into the room, Logan looked through him as if he were made of clean glass. When James sat at his desk, Logan went to his bed, pulled out a book, and turned his back. They navigated the luxurious double suite like two hostile shadows, using the private bathroom in strict, calculated shifts and treating every shared square inch of hardwood floor like an active minefield.It was driving James out of his absolute mind.Used to people bending to his will, hanging on his every word, or flinching under his heavy presence, James had spent the last three days trying every subtle tactic in his arsenal to provoke a reaction. He had intentionally left Ashley’s lingering scent trailing through the air,

Unchecked DesiresThe heavy oak door of the dorm room slammed shut, the metallic click of the lock echoing sharply through the quiet space.James stood in the entryway, his pulse still hammering against his ribs from his tense encounter with Maxwell in the hallway. His dark eyes swept across the room, instantly locking onto Logan.Logan was standing near his bed, zipping up a small duffel bag packed with a few basic essentials. His expression was completely stoic, his jaw set in a hard, uncompromising line. He didn't even look up as James entered.A wave of sharp, possessive frustration surged through James. He took two long strides into the room, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low rumble. "What do you think you're doing?"Logan ignored him, pulling the strap of the bag over his shoulder."I asked you a question, Logan," James growled, stepping directly into his path, blocking the way to the door. "Where do you think you're going with that bag?"Logan finally snapped his head up