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uncle Percy sarcastically commented, worsening the situation. I knew this would happen since Logan ignored his parents in front of the whole pack's elders. I absolutely have no words for his boldness, in future I think I'll become like him too. " Have a drink and let's talk about your future plans." Breaking the awkwardness, my dad offered me a glass of wine. Fortunately my dad seems to respect my reputation, I don't want to be yelled at in front of all the pack's elders. Suddenly uncle Volus remarked," Son, when are you getting married? You are already 30 this year, we need the heir to the pack."

Could it be that Bella had betrayed him all those years ago, and Lily was actually Nick's son? "Mr. Shenton," Logan said abruptly, "I heard you were bringing your wife and child today. We've prepared everything in advance. How old is your boy?" The sudden change of subject was clumsy, and Nick's tone chilled with irritation. "He's five. Why?" Under Nick's probing stare, sweat rolled down Logan's temple. He quickly waved his hands. "No, no reason. Just thought the kitchen could prepare something suited to his age. Please, come inside." Only when Nick turned away did Logan let out a slow breath. Lily was nearly seven. Thankfully, it must just be a coincidence. If Bella and Lily ever took their

"Forget it!" Logan laughed loudly, he felt satisfied playing with Angel until the woman looked annoyed with him. There was no way Logan didn't know how to use a weapon, he even graduated from the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst, England in 2014 with the rank of Second Lieutenant. At that time he was 19 years old. And when Logan met Angel for the first time after his graduation. Logan was also busy pursuing his education at University King's College, London with a Bachelor of Business degree during that time Logan's life was spent studying and only studying until he completed his Doctorate at Harvard University.

I wanted to turn my head and look at him, but I knew with how close he was, I’d be tempted to kiss him. “Not really. Logan was the son of the Alpha and small for his age. People avoided him.” he sighed. “That’s horrid. What about Charles? I know Jonathan is too young to have grown up with Logan. Though I imagine if he was Logan’s age, he’d have played with him at any chance.” I frowned. “Charles is four years older than me, so he didn’t have much interest or interaction with Logan as a child.” he explained, gently nudging me to continue walking.

Lost in his reverie and his memories, Logan only woke up when he realized that the boys were now looking at each other in a confused way, certainly not able to understand the kind of depth he had been talking about; clearing his throat, he smiled at his boys, putting aside his memories and returning to lighten that conversation. - But you don't have to worry about that for a long time. After all, the legacy never reached anyone under the age of 20. - All of that? – Jonathan's eyes widened, shocked – And if I've already met my soulmate before that?

Till her back hits the wall. " Tell me the truth butterfly. Is Logan my son?" He begged her for a yes. Just one nod and he would be the happiest person alive on this planet. Opening her eyes, she speak coldly. " Logan is seven years old. "

I bet you anything they are out there playing Mario Kart. The summer days this year are scorching, so Logan had the idea of putting a place for us to enjoy our time outside on a covered patio with a big screen, a pool table, and more. He even went to the extent of having an outdoor bar built. The door opens, and my oldest baby, going into his senior year of high school, comes in. I smile at the sight. He's 17 and will soon turn 18. God, this takes me back to the year everything began between Logan and me.

Percy wanted to say something but stopped “What is it?” (Logan) “About what the Chairman said to you…’ Percy paused “I know I will take care of Lucy so no need to worry” (Logan) “Okay sir, then I will go back to work” Percy left for the office while Logan drove away in his fancy car. Inside the car, Logan picked up his phone and called someone. After a few rings, somebody picked the call. “Where are you?” Logan asked the question without any greeting

Jackson never once bought into it. Owen: And he’s fucking THREE YEARS OLD Logan: hahaha you’re never living this down, bro I send a carefully doctored photo of me sitting behind the wheel of the Batmobile to the group text, still laughing as I imagine Dean’s pouting face right now. Me: I guess it’ll just be me in this bad boy then. So long, suckers! Logan: He’s believed this for FOUR FUCKING MONTHS, guys Owen: I didn’t think we could keep it going for that long.

1997, October. It was the beginning of a new session. Logan is twelve years old and a high school sophomore. He's seated at the edge of his bed, stuffing books into his backpack when his door cracked open and his little brother, Dylano walked in, dressed up in his tiny rusty green hoody with a denim jacket on top of it. He looked worried and Logan understood why. He was anxious and scared. Because today he was starting highschool . . . . . as a freshman.