Logan: A Warriors Mc Romance Novels & Stories

They say before you start a war You better know what you’re fighting for Well baby, you are all that I adore If love is what you need, a soldier I will be Without my permission, a ridiculously helpless smile curves my lips as I listen to the words. I’m an angel with a shotgun Fighting til’ the wars won I don’t care if heaven won’t take me back I’ll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe Don’t you know you’re everything I have? And I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight Logan taps on my shoulder. I slowly remove the pod. “You think he’s going to show?” he asks. I glance over. He’s messing with the strap of his helmet, fingers restless, eyes swallowed in shadow. The moonlight cuts

Logan As the night falls, I settle down to rest in the base near Fangport. I know I need to rest and gather strength more than ever, especially with the looming war, but I can’t shut down my thoughts. Suddenly, footsteps approach me and I jump up, turning around sharply, expecting an enemy to approach, but relax the moment I realize it’s Marcel. “Alpha,” he greets me with a slight bow of his head. “Are you alright? I just received the news that the warriors have returned to the Capital.”

The other warrior whose skin was lighter than the other said in one breath. The two warriors had successfully gained Joanna's and Micah's attention. Unknowingly, Micah had found his way to the living room while holding a plate of fries mixed with ketchup. "What! Speak clearly! What is going on?" Alasdair cursed under his breath. Only if he could force out the answer from the warriors mouth, he'd have. "Alpha, the thing is, a female rogue is claiming to be your mate and refuses to leave until she sees you," the darkly tanned warrior announced.

"You have 15 days to make me fall in love with you." "15 days to show me what it feels to love a man." A 1000 watt smile , covers his features. He moves forward to hug me but stops inbetween. Running his hands through his hair and looking around in disbelief. "Thank you Vera! Thank you!" I just nod at him,and he to my surprise. Goes down to his knees. "Let's begin from the beginning then." Opening his palm he offers me his hand. A charming smile on his lips. "I am Logan. Not a King nor your mate."

“If you keep disrespecting my mate, I will dare how much I want.” As he growls, a few of the higher-ranked warriors stand up, ready to interfere should he try to attack me. “This is not the time nor the place to discuss such things.” Cayden keeps talking calmly, granting Logan a last chance to calm down. “Logan! You will listen to me. NOW!” His annoyed growl booms through the dining hall, and enforced by its alpha command it gets even the warriors around us to cover submissively. Not talking about the Omegas in the room that are already kneeling.

I take a blade and slit my wrist. I feel so much pain. But it was nothing in comparison with my pain. The blood started to flow from my hand and dye the water red. This red is the color of my freedom, freedom from all this pain. A tear flow from my eyes and a smile form on my face. You will not have to fight anymore I say to myself. and I was lost in darkness. Logan’s P.O.V. I was sitting sadly in my bed. What have I done? I know I wanted to hurt her and make her feel my suffering.

We collided, claws and teeth flashing in the dark. But I was too angry. My rage made me reckless. Marcus took advantage of an opening in my attack and sank his teeth into my back leg. Searing pain sent me stumbling. Then Lila shifted. A silver she-wolf. Beautiful and deadly. They ganged up on me. I was quickly outmatched. Blood poured from a dozen wounds, staining the warehouse floor red. Finally, I crashed to the ground, unable to get up. Marcus and Lila shifted back, looming over me.

The head warrior declared. The Crystal Moon Pack erupts into cheers and applause as Beta Logan emerges as the winner. “Warriors, Step forward! It's time to showcase your skills in combat,” I declared and they all stepped out. They were paired in twos. Ocean Moon Pack and our Pack were paired together and I felt Ryan, The head warrior would do a good job. The warriors from each pack squared off their muscles and we watched as they started sparring. “Bring it on!” “You're no match for me”

Logan was not offering negotiation, he was trying to control outcome through demand, and I had already seen enough of him to recognize that pattern. Another warrior shifted near the back before speaking, quieter than the rest. “If the Luna is returned, this could end faster.” The room reacted to that more than the message itself. “That assumption is the reason wars continue,” I said. “Because someone always believes giving in reduces damage.” No one responded. I stepped forward slightly, closing the distance to the table, placing one hand near the parchment without touching it. “Logan does not stop when he gets what he wants,” I continued. “He stops when he is forced to stop.”

Adrik even had to ask to have them separated as fighting the Fae back-to-back was draining on him and his magick. “Three more warriors, Adrik. Do you need a break?” I asked him as the last shifter was helped off the field by a few of his buddies. “Three more should not be a problem, but I will say that this is one of the best and worst days for me.” He said with a huge smile on his face. The next warrior up was this small little girl, who came in with the Rogue camp. “What is your name sweetheart?” Adrik asked her as she came up to shake his hand.