I Didn't Do It Logan Novels & Stories

“I don't understand what you are talking about,” “I knew you have Logan,”

“What are you talking about?” He clenched his jaw. “Did you remember Adam?” “Not exactly,” I answered, feeling like an idiot. I didn't owe him any explanations. “But that's not your problem.” Logan smiled bitterly. “It’s not my problem?” I swallowed, the tension in the room clouding my mind. “It isn’t.” Logan ran his thumb across his bottom lip. "Is this how you think things work?" I didn't know what to answer, so I just stayed quiet.

It left a ghost of weight there, like a promise. “Did you mean it?” Logan asked suddenly, holding the door open for me. “Mean what?” “What you said to that woman. About not giving up.” I looked at him. “I meant every word.” He gave a small smile, but I could see something else in his eyes. Like he wanted to believe it, but wasn’t used to people fighting for him. As we stepped outside, the afternoon sun greeted us again. Lily was skipping ahead, singing something about sparkles and rings.

~Logan’s POV~ I wake up to my beautiful mate sleeping beside me she’s so beautiful I want to make her happy and be the mate she needs and I intend to prove to her that I want her and only her. I’ve been considering telling her I used to have a huge crush on her in high school but I haven’t brought my self to I don’t know what she will say. I stare at her for a little while longer and then I place a quick kiss on her cheek and slowly get out of bed Trying not to wake her I grab my phone and see I have a message from Elijah “We found more Rouges on the pack territory one of them had a letter call me it’s urgent”

Right straight through me, he said that with no embarrassment coating his voice. Surprised, my throat gagged. "What?!" "I said, let's go on a date." Clicking my tongue while winching at him, I stressed out. "I don't even like you! Plus, I am married legally!" "Tch, it's just a date, Dreanna. Don't act like you don't owe me. I pulled your ass together yesterday to get you home safely." 'Oh, so it was his doing that I got home with no traces of drama left behind?'

I grumble but my mum taps my arm and I turn to look at her. "Come on Logan, tell us if you've got a girlfriend yet," she signs. "Or a boyfriend," Anton says and I cover my face in embarrassment as I think about all the sex I've been having. "I've been on a few dates," I say as I feel myself blush up to my ears. "You better bring her to meet us soon," mum signs. "There isn't anyone right now," I say and mum frowns slightly. "You said there was a few dates?"

“Richard’s here? Rae, what are you standing there for? Bring him in!” Still dazed, I led him into the main house. He sat down with my parents like he belonged there, like he’d always been part of the family. Watching the scene unfold, I couldn’t help but feel like the whole thing was surreal—like the Moon Goddess was playing some twisted joke on me. Outside, the murmurs from the other packs were getting louder. Our kind may not use social media, but no gossip travels faster than a pack’s collective howl. “I heard Logan ran off with Emma, said she twisted her ankle and needed healing overseas. Can you believe that? Skipping his bonding ceremony like that?”

“You did not kill my father?” “Of course, I can’t guarantee my innocence. I have killed more people than I have left alive, but that doesn't mean I killed your father. At least, confirm I did commit it before you accuse me, before you hate me.” “I don't hate you.” She frowned, like the concept was insulting to her. I was about to speak when Logan walked in, already used to barging in without knocking. He stated openly between us and raised his hand. “Apologies, I am here to pick up a file.”

“Don’t do that to yourself. It happened, yeah, but we can fix this. I promise.” “You can’t promise that,” I said quietly, shaking my head even though he couldn’t see me. “You don’t know how bad it looked. You don’t know what she must be thinking right now.” He was silent for a while, then said softly, “I do. I was there too, remember?” That made me laugh weakly through my tears, a broken, shaky sound. “Yeah, you were. Stark naked.” He actually chuckled, the sound small and sad. “Guess that didn’t help, huh?”

“It’s okay, Leah. I’ve handled it. I promise, if you don’t want this, it won’t happen. Not until you’re ready.” Leah buried her face in his chest, and as he wasn't seeing her face, her lips twisted into a small, triumphant smirk, the kind only a winner wears after checkmating the king. Finally, Logan turned toward me again, guilt flashing in his eyes. “You have to understand that this situation was urgent. You were too cold. Thank the moons nothing worse happened.” I tasted blood, my own, or maybe a memory of my mother gasping for breath. I slapped him back, harder. He was crossing a line.