Theodore Logan Novels & Stories

It sometimes feels like he is just far too good to be true. Logan sensed something was wrong with T, but he didn't bother him. Instead, he did what Logan did best, made T laugh by joking around with him. How is it possible for him to always be able to make people smile? I guess it's one of the many super-talents he was blessed with.

I turned the corner and almost bumped into Theodore. He was fastening his coat, clearly on his way out. “Good morning, Freya,” he greeted with a polite nod. “Morning,” I said softly. “Is Alpha Logan… around?” Theodore shook his head. “He left early. Went to a council meeting in Red Moon Territory. Just a few hours' ride.” “Oh.” I swallowed the unexpected tightness in my throat. “Alright. Thank you.” He gave me a look — almost sympathetic — before walking off.

(Logan’s POV) The cold air of the Titan practice rink was supposed to be a reset button. Out here, under the harsh white lights, I was Logan Cross, the million-dollar asset, the injured star focused on his recovery. I was not the terrified prisoner who had shattered a glass tumbler with a thoughtless grip, nor the complicated mess who spent his nights burning off rage with the man he was supposed to hate.

"Haven't you figured out by now that I can find ways around your security? I know you, Logan. I've been able to predict every move you've made since that bomb destroyed your parents' ship. Ellis, however, I can't predict." "I have the same difficulty," Logan said. He idly dipped his tail into the water and watched, waiting, as the fish came to investigate, mouthing the tuft of hair to test it for edibility. When one of sufficient size joined in the exploration, he stuck, spearing the side of the fish with his claws and throwing it up on the bank beside him. A gift for Mary. “If we were still friends… you would have had great conversations with her. She is a radical in her own right and you w

Logan diverted his eyes on me through the rearview mirror. "His name is Kyrie Moretti Menzel, didn't you know that?" Logan's mocking words hit me with realization. "He is the only son and heir of the Moretti and Menzel Empire. After you left him, Mr. Menzel took over the Moretti Empire and had it to be under Menzel's." Logan stopped the car and opened the door on his side. "Guess you don't know much about your husband, huh?" When Logan came out of the car, I was left speechless and unmoving. I was only looking at nothing and was focused with my own thoughts when the door on my side opened and Logan was there and waiting for me to come out.

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

“Now? Can’t it wait? I’m finally enjoying myself.” Leonard didn’t blink. “Now.” Logan glanced at Sophia and then sighed dramatically, dropping his fork onto his plate with a clink. “Fine,” he said. “What’s this about?” Leonard stepped closer, his voice calm and cold. “I hear you’ve been spending time with Luca Diego.” Logan rolled his eyes. “So what if I have? He’s cool. Way better company than some of the statues around here.” Leonard’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not just any guy. That’s Diego’s son.”

The Alpha King and Alpha Prince had unique phone numbers, and no one had similar phone numbers to us. Feeling confused, I decided to call him, and he picked it up before the second ring could be heard. I rolled my eyes. How desperate was he to pick up the phone so fast? “Pretty lady…” His flirtatious voice sounded instantly, which made me want to puke. “Logan,” I growled. “You didn't know your own cousin's number?” Logan was my cousin, but his pack was located on another continent, and we seldom met. There was a few seconds of silence before Logan’s surprised voice came through the receiver again. “Theodore? How come it’s you?”

Alpha Leonardo fingers brushed my hair. He whiffed. “This is the perfect idea. Sophia will be grateful for that.” His lips pressed against my forehead. Breaking off, he reached for Vogar, lifting and throwing him over his shoulder. Alpha Leonardo’s fingers locked with mine. We stormed out of the warehouse. The sun had already set. The cold breeze lashed my exposed skin as I entered the car, Lucy had left outside. After Alpha Leonardo was able to identify it among others. Alpha Leonardo fixed Vogar in the booth of the car, locking him in.

The groans of the injured echoed faintly against the marble walls. And in the middle of it, him. Nolan. Standing tall, chest heaving, blood soaking his shirt. His eyes were still sharp, searching the room as though he refused to let his guard down even now. He was tending to a few who are wounded. He was taking care of them, making sure that they were all right. He was helping out with lifting anything that was heavy. But I saw it. The way his left shoulder hung wrong. The deep gash along his collarbone, still dripping. He was doing his best not to show, but I knew that it hurts him. I had seen the way the rogue bit him.