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“Logan ... this is Jax and AJ ... we live right down here, it’s the only house nearby ... do you guys need a hand or anything” “Well I guess we need to get some transport and help to get the bus out, maybe you know who to call ...”. The guy says looking a bit uncertain. Suddenly a sleek looking guy in expensive slacks and a dirty polo shirt steps up. “Wait I know you ... you are Logan Walker, the actor”. “Uhm yeah I am ... and you are ?” I honestly don’t like him much, he just has an unpleasant aura, and a smell that makes my nose itch, but I remind myself not to judge him without giving him a chance. Maybe he is shaken by the accident.

“I wanted to see you. You hung up the other day. I thought you might be stressed. I figured I’d fly in, steal you for breakfast.” She wasn’t smiling. “Logan, you need to leave.” His smile faltered slightly. “What?” “Leave, I mean it.” “Baby, I thought you would….” Before he could complete what he was saying, the door behind her opened again. A man stepped into view. He was tall, about 6’3, dark-skinned with broad shoulders. He was barefoot, wearing nothing but low-slung Calvin Klein briefs. He stopped when he saw Logan. There was no confusion in his expression.

He made a titanic effort to keep his face expressionless, trying not to show the savage jealousy and possessive rage that were tearing through his insides. "I didn't know that my father’s mansion now received anyone for family dinner. What is this guy doing here?" Logan, maintaining the composure that characterized him, cleared his throat loudly to clear the tension from the air. He stood up with a polite slowness and stretched his right hand across the table, showing that confidence that had interested Luke so much. "Good evening, Frederick. We didn't have the opportunity to introduce ourselves formally before," Logan said with a confident voice. "A pleasure. I am Logan Baldwin, Luke's frie

Come with me, I'll show you guys what I'm talking about" Logan ignored the look on both Jamie and Court's faces and proceeded to rise out of his seat, further walking away towards the exit. Jamie and Court shared a glance, as if asking each other whether to follow Logan who seemed like a crazy guy at this point. In the end, they both decided to follow behind him. José on the other hand was scared shitless as he watched the back of the three strangers walking out of the pub. Most especially, his gaze couldn't move from the man whose receding hairline and rough countenance made him seem like an actual lunatic. ' Just now, he mentioned capturing a wolf. D-does that mean..?' José had to hold the

Yolanda said smugly. A bald muscular guy with tattoos who stayed at the venue suddenly laughed. "What are you laughing at?" she asked angrily. The bald guy shook his head and replied, "You don't know who you're messing with, but you're barking about like a crazy bitch. You should worry about your own safety first." "What did you say? Who are you?" Yolanda scolded. The bald guy sneered and said, "I'm Harper Labate." "Harper Labate? I haven't heard of you. Who the hell are you?" she asked arrogantly.

“We got caught in the storm. It was worse than–than anticipated.” “What are your names?” Logan exhales, gritting his teeth as he sways. Alarm bells ring through my head as he starts to lean into me, losing his balance. I can’t hold him upright. I try to grab him by what’s left of his armor as he starts to fall face first into the sand, his eyes rolling back in his head. The other men jump into action. “What’s your name, kid?” the blond one asks with a grunt as he lets Logan fall into his arms.

Instead, a tall, incredibly handsome man with messy blonde hair and a permanent, cocky smirk stood in the doorway. Logan. Jared’s estate doctor. He was wearing a casual leather jacket, his hands shoved into his pockets. The moment his eyes landed on me, his smirk widened. He slowly let his gaze travel down my body, taking in the way the tight red silk robe clung to my curves, highlighting the contour of my breasts and my bare, flushed legs. "Well, well, well," Logan drawled, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. "Look who finally decided to join the living."

Elsa had him stay in bed through out the morning until he became stiff from lying like a log of wood and begged her to allow him stroll to the cafeteria for lunch. After a lot of thought and pleading she then agreed. Logan could feel the eyes on him as he walked into the cafeteria, easily shrugging off the stares, he filled his tray with food then found a table to sit. He wasn't even that deep into his food, when he heard someone talk to him from the table next to him. "You are that blondie guy's teammate right?" Cross leaned over examining Logan's face. "Yes." He replied without a thought. "To think you'd still be able to run around after that." He said in suprise. He wasn't a busy body, bu

He just nodded. He stepped forward. He pointed at another painting next to King Lincoln. The man had the same image as the original Rogue King. The only difference was their beard. King Lincoln had grayish while this man had a touch of brown. When I looked at his chest, there it was also written in gothic: King Gregor Knight. He was Logan's father.

My eyes scanned the crowded hall until they landed on him. Logan Draegor. He sat like he owned the entire fucking universe, dark aura rolling off him in waves. And Jesus! The man was handsome as fuck. He looks just like a walking angel with traits of a demon. Tall, broad-shouldered, jet-black hair with a few silver strands, sharp jaw, and those cold obsidian eyes that could freeze blood. He looked like a goddamn demigod who’d decided to wear a suit and ruin lives for fun. Beautiful in the most terrifying way possible. The kind of man who made people pray they never caught his attention.