Logan Foster Novels & Stories

I heard him say as my attention darted back to Ghost, shocked to notice my dog walking to Logan and give his hand a few licks before going back over the rug and curling himself into a ball, letting out a sigh as he closed his eyes to sleep. “I...What did you do to him?!?” “Uh...Nothing?” He replied unsure, raising one brow as he curiously stared at me. “Then why is he acting so...friendly with you?” “I don’t know...Guess he likes me?” He casually answered with a shrug as he curiously gazed at me, my heart already starting to pump harder as he eventually dared lower his gaze and trail it all over me, making me inwardly curse myself for choosing to only wear a large t-shirt this morning.

Logan was trying to be extra cute, working his mate angle on Dez, but he just rolled his eyes. I loved Logan for Dez. From the moment Dez introduced him as his mate after a trip to Golden Paw, Logan brought a sprinkle of fun to our lives that I never knew was missing. You’d never expect such a playful, sassy attitude to come from his bulky stature. He didn’t stand much taller than me, but he acted like he could measure up to Dez any day, and it was cute as fuck to watch them interact. The way Dez looked at him made my heart happy, the way he looked back at Dez assured me that no matter what, Dez had someone looking after him now too.

She said sarcastically. “You are welcome.” Jorge grinned at her before his eyes landed on the bag she had. “You bought us some Freedom Day gifts?” He asked and tried to reach for the bag, but Lola stepped away from him. “We don’t give gifts on Freedom Day, this is for Logan.” Lola said awkwardly and looked at the entrance. “What is for Logan?” A voice asked, and all heads turned to Logan who was coming from his lovely elevator. “Jorge?” Logan asked and walked towards him, giving him a hug and a pat on the shoulder.

this from her mother who was curious about the visitor. Logan soon made himself at home and they had a wonderful lunch. Mrs. Fodert observed the young man and she could see how relaxed her daughter was in his presence. Now this was the type of person she wished for a son-in-law, she thought as she cursed the stupid arrangement that her daughter had made with Mr. Wayne. “Sweetie, why don't you show Logan round the farm?” she said. Her husband saw the glitter in her eyes and knew exactly what she was trying to do.

'Sam, glad you are back," he said to her, and she smiled, stood up and walked to the bedroom to give us space. I didn't want her to go. I guess I had been scarred too as I began to imagine something could happen to her in the bedroom. I had this strong need to always have my eyes on her. "Alex, are you sure?" he asked, and I nodded. "So, how do you intend to deal with this?" he asked. I took a deep breath. Robert Carter was my beta and closest friend, but his family members were becoming thorns in my flesh. Everyone had always been cruel to rogues because of the crimes they commit. The ill-treatment is always extended to their children. This was always done as a deterrent for pack members wh

I don’t know why but a part of me didn’t like that he went to those gatherings. “So because Charles was your friend, he became close to Logan and was named Gamma when he became Alpha?” I asked. “Yes. Logan liked Charles. Charles didn’t pull punches, both literally or metaphorically. Logan is big on people not treating him differently. And when Charles sparred against him and used all his strength to fight, he gained Logan’s respect.” he smiled.

Dregen’s P.O.V “Hey, Dregen. I heard that there’s a new shipment of blood vessels at this auction. What do you think of buying one for yourself, huh?” Logan asked with a mischievous smile whilst driving. Logan was my very good friend and also my work colleague. A notorious playboy, he was known to be a silver-tongued fox amongst the ladies. “No. We are only going to the auction to buy a gift for Lora. Nothing else.”

The next day, Paul and Peter were sitting in their office, staring at Logan, their best friend and trusted Beta. Logan looked at them as if they had gone mad. The connection between the twins and Logan was deep; they had been inseparable since childhood, and the strong bond between them had been evident from an early age. All three were the same age, twenty-six, but Logan was black, with a muscular, well-defined body and intense green eyes. Logan's wolf was called Teo.

He said and the rogues leader just glared at him. " Sounds great, yh, good, A war is coming up and in order for my promise to be fulfilled, I need you to help me fight, win and conquer, that's the only way" Logan said and the Rogues leader glared at him for a while and he snarled lightly in agreement and Logan smiled. "Thank you Xerox" Logan said and the Rogue leader transformed into a wolf, a rogued wolf and he left in a flash. He was called Xerox because he was the photocopy of the previous leader.

This time a raise and eyebrow. “And?” I ask. “Wolves are very protective of their food. I am very happy that you are comfortable enough to share your food with me without even thinking about it,” Tyler finally explains. “Oh. Umm, on a different topic there’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. Why don’t you like rogues?”