Novel & Cerita Who Is Logan Browning Father

Though I highly doubted it. My memories were still foggy and I wasn't able to remember anything. Even after I learned that the mystery man I met in the club and brought back to my place was Jasper, my ex-fiancé's father, my memories of the night didn't come back. I wanted to know everything. “Nothing,” he turned on his back, staring at the ceiling just like me. “I just thought you wanted me, but I guess it was a drunken mistake. I would have known.”

--5years later As Dawn and Logan embrace their new life, Logan has begun working in construction, leveraging his knack for working with his hands. The two of them had established a home in a remote, two-story house surrounded by woods, which provided both solitude and expansive grounds. What made their life so special was the birth of their son, William Eugene Winchester. His eyes and hair color were Logan's, with the remaining features inherited from Dawn.

“His mom’s raven hair and his dad’s bright blue eyes too. The perfect blend of the two.” I keep working, thinking of what our pup might be like one day. What would be the perfect blend of me and Brady? My thoughts drift away to pleasant things. Before I know it, the guys are coming in from school. Logan insisted that Jagger and Hunter be here as well. Apparently the three of them have bonded over video games while Logan has been hospitalized. “He is leaving the hospital now. Your dad is giving him and his mom a lift.” Brady says out of the blue. I’m assuming Dad mindlinked him.

I sat there, staring at his peaceful face, lost in thought. Though it was obvious that Christopher didn't look like Hanley, I knew for sure that I had never been with another man. He was Hanley's son, no doubt about it. But why didn't Christopher share any blood with Kennard? According to genetics, a grandson should have at least a quarter of his bloodline from his grandfather. So what was going on? I replayed the paternity report in my mind. It had the hospital's official stamp, and it came from a well-known public hospital in the city. There was no way the report could be wrong.

“Teacher Cassie, this is my father, Liam Chapman,” Lukas says with pride. “Father, this is Teacher Cassie.” When Liam Chapman approaches, I stand up and step back, hitting the back of my knee on the couch. His dark eyes are trained on me. He stretches his hand, and I retreat from him. “Nice to meet you,” he says. He takes my hand and shakes it. His grip is solid and warm. “I have heard so much about you. My son has been raving about you.”

"I was blackmailed by my father...I...he said he would kill the father of my child." The room was silent for a full minute as her words settled in. But no one was as shocked as Logan. "I...am going...to be a father?" he gasped, and all eyes immediately fell on him.

"You saw me being humiliated and didn't do anything, even to explain. You all know the reason and I'm the only one who doesn't know anything even though it's about my life, while I also still have to face questions from my followers about that embarrassing situation." "Logan, honey, please, forgive me for hiding this fact from you, but I only meant to protect you, son." Logan's eyes were empty, staring at his mother's tears flowing like a leaking dam. He didn't even move when his hand was taken by his mother and held tightly. "I didn't know that I was pregnant, when your biological father died during the riots caused by the Rogue rebellion. I really hated Alpha Alexander Gray because he was

"He and his brothers have been here for a few months. And you are dating Logan, who you both have problems with. Let me ask, how much do you know, Logan?" Fuck. She hit me right in the spot. She just rearranged my words into hers and shot them back at me. Like a bullet recoiled back to me. I don't know much about Logan, only about him losing his mother, then his father, his uncle, and Niana. It hit him pretty hard with the people he loved all left him. But only some things. He has his brothers and me! The only thing I need to know is his favorite food, color, movies or shows he watches, etc. It just takes time in a relationship.

His voice sounded menacing, even enraged. “Yes, Dad. This is Logan. He was 12 at the time of the attack and managed to help Emma and your future daughter-in-law escape with their lives. He’s spent the last dozen years a prisoner who’s been horrifically abused by his father.” I said softly, eyeing my dad closely and hoping my tone conveyed the proper warning.

"You're a mistake. A byproduct of a mother who couldn't keep her legs shut for the right man. You're my property until I decide you're too expensive to keep." He backhanded Zack, a wet crack echoing in the small room. Zack’s vision blurred. Copper filled his mouth. "You aren't my father," Zack choked out, the words scraping past the pressure on his windpipe. Logan laughed, a high, manic sound. "Damn right I’m not. Your father was a two-bit runner for a rival crew. A nobody. I took your mother in out of pity, and all she gave me was a brat with mismatched eyes and a bloodline that tastes like a death warrant."