Chapter 6: Logan's First Kiss Was Like This

Kylie’s POV.

Logan’s touch was calculated, precise, and intimate. He caressed my private parts, enough to arouse me, but never crossed a line into the wild or disrespectful territory. Each touch felt like an assertion of dominance, a silent message that my body now belonged to him. I felt a wave of discomfort every time his fingers explored a new area, but he never pushed too far. He was reading my reactions, gauging my likes and dislikes with an unsettling accuracy.

After a while, Logan seemed to understand that my flirtations were just a survival tactic.

He broke the silence with a slight laugh.

“Do you have any more weapons hidden on you, Anne?” he asked jokingly, his tone light.

I felt a surge of anger at his mockery. “Why is he making fun of me?” I thought, turning my face away from him.

Logan chuckled softly, mirroring my action by turning his face away, too. “It's very late, I'm going to sleep.,” he said, his voice fading as he drifted off to sleep.

He reminded me, "Don't forget that I am a man. If you touch me again, I can't guarantee what will happen."

"Miss Anne probably hasn't slept with a man yet. Do you also want to try what it's like?"

I acknowledged that he was brilliant—too bright—and felt a sense of despair. But I had to find a way. I couldn’t give up now.

As the night wore on, my thoughts began to blur, exhaustion taking over. “Anne, I won’t let you down,” I vowed silently. “I’ll find a way to finish this.”

Eventually, the weight of my failed attempts and the emotional strain of the night pulled me into a restless sleep. “Tomorrow,” I thought, my mind drifting. “Tomorrow, I’ll find another way.”

The scene closed with the soft rhythm of sleep, my resolve still firm despite the setbacks. “I will keep trying,” I reminded myself.

I woke up to the sound of giggling and whispers outside my door. The morning light filtered through the curtains, and I realized Logan had already left for work. My heart sank as I overheard the female servants talking.

“Did you hear the noise they made last night?” one of them said, barely containing her laughter.

“I know! I bet Logan’s got a great body under those clothes,” another chimed in, her tone suggestive.

Heat rushed to my cheeks. “They think we...,” I thought, mortified. “How can I explain this?”

Steeling myself, I opened the door. The servants immediately fell silent, their eyes wide with curiosity. “Good morning, Luna,” one of them greeted, a sly smile on her lips.

I forced a smile. “Good morning,” I replied, trying to steady my voice. “I overheard your conversation.”

“Oh, we’re just having some fun,” one of the servants said, clearly unbothered. “Logan must have really kept you busy last night.”

I clenched my fists, trying to stay calm. “Actually, we didn’t sleep together,” I said, my voice shaking slightly. “It wasn’t what you think.”

The servants exchanged glances, clearly skeptical. “Sure, Luna,” one of them said with a wink. “We believe you.”

I felt a surge of frustration. “They don’t believe me,” I thought, my mind racing. “And I can’t even tell them the truth. If they find out who I really am, I’ll be banished.”

“You don’t understand,” I tried again, desperation creeping into my voice. “It wasn’t... like that.”

One of the servants stepped forward, her expression softening a bit. “Look, we all know what newlyweds are like,” she said gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

I felt trapped, my words failing me. “They heard the struggle,” I thought. “The failed attempt to kill Logan. But I can’t tell them that.”

Another servant giggled. “Well, whatever it was, it sure sounded intense.”

I forced another smile, my mind spinning. “How do I get out of this?” I wondered, feeling the weight of my situation pressing down on me. “If they knew the truth...”

“Logan is... different,” I said slowly, trying to find the right words. “Last night was... complicated.”

The servants exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Complicated, huh?” one of them said with a grin. “Well, as long as you’re happy.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. “They can never know,” I thought, the reality of my situation sinking in. “I have to be careful.”

As the servants dispersed, still chuckling and whispering, I closed the door and leaned against it, my heart pounding. “This is harder than I thought,” I admitted to myself. “I can’t let my guard down for a second.”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “Logan’s outsmarted me so far,” I thought, frustration bubbling up. “But I can’t give up. I have to find a way to beat him.”

The day stretched ahead, filled with uncertainties and challenges. But one thing was clear: I couldn’t afford any more mistakes. “Stay focused, Kylie,” I told myself. “You have to be smarter, stronger.”

As I prepared to face the day, I felt a renewed sense of determination. “Don’t worry, Kylie. You have many ways left.”

As I wandered through the Wildwind Pack grounds later in the day, I couldn’t help but be amazed by the sheer luxury of it all. The grandeur was unlike anything I had ever seen in my own pack. Marble pathways led to towering buildings with intricate carvings and golden accents.

Back in the Nightbloom Pack, we had nothing like this. Our homes were simple, our infrastructure functional but far from extravagant. “How can one pack have so much?” I wondered, my eyes wide as I took in the opulence around me. “It’s like stepping into a different world.”

As I continued to explore, I stumbled upon a garden that seemed to be designed specifically for Logan and Luna. It was breathtaking, with different levels connected by elegant staircases and cascading water features. Flowers of every color bloomed in perfectly arranged beds, their sweet scents mingling in the air. The upper levels offered stunning views of the entire pack grounds, making it a place of both beauty and strategic importance.

“Wow,” I whispered to myself, marveling at the luxurious setting. “This is incredible.”

While I roamed the upper floor, admiring the view, I noticed Logan on the lower level. He appeared deep in thought, unaware of my presence. I watched him for a moment, trying to read his expression. “What’s going on in his mind?” I wondered, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Just as Logan turned to leave, I lost my footing. “Oh no!” I gasped, slipping off the edge of the upper floor. I braced myself for impact, but instead, I landed in Logan’s strong arms.

We were frozen in place for a few heartbeats, staring into each other’s eyes. Despite the awkwardness of last night, there was something different about this moment. It felt like we were meant to be there, like two halves of a whole finally coming together.

Logan’s eyes softened, and for a split second, I saw a flicker of something deeper. “Is this real?” I wondered, feeling a strange warmth spread through me. “Could we actually be...?”

But the moment passed as quickly as it came. Logan regained his composure and gently set me down. “Careful,” he said, his voice steady but his eyes still holding that lingering softness. “You could’ve gotten hurt.”

“Thank you,” I replied, feeling my cheeks flush. I quickly turned away, my heart pounding. “What just happened?” I thought, confused by the rush of emotions.

As I walked out of the garden, my mind raced. “We’ve been close before, but this felt... different,” I mused, replaying the moment in my head. “Could we actually have a connection?”

Logan’s touch still lingered on my skin, a reminder of the unexpected intimacy we had just shared. “No,” I reminded myself, shaking my head. “I can’t let my guard down. I’m here for a reason.”

The luxurious surroundings seemed to close in on me, starkly contrasting the turmoil in my heart. “This place is beautiful, but it’s also a prison,” I thought, feeling the weight of my mission pressing down on me.

I needed to stay focused. I had to remember why I was here and what I needed to do. “Logan may have saved me, but that doesn’t change anything,” I told myself, trying to steady my thoughts. “I can’t afford to get distracted.”

As I left the garden behind, I took a deep breath and straightened my shoulders. “This is just a setback,” I thought, determination hardening within me. “I will find a way to complete my mission.”

The path ahead was uncertain, but I knew one thing for sure: I couldn’t let emotions get in the way. I had to stay strong, for Anne and for myself. “No matter what happens,” I vowed silently, “I will see this through to the end.”

Just another day, I saw Logan standing on the terrace, gazing out at the horizon. “This could be a perfect opportunity,” I thought, my mind racing with possibilities. “If I act quickly, I can take another shot at executing him.”

I remembered the potions I had learned to make at the Umbra Academy. One in particular stood out: it looked like a medicine that strengthened the body but actually weakened and killed you within an hour. I hurried to prepare the potion,, all the while keeping one eye on Logan. I couldn’t afford to lose sight of him, especially since his betas rarely left him alone.

Potion in hand, I approached Logan with a caring attitude. “Logan, you work so hard,” I said, my voice soft and sincere. “I brought you something to help strengthen you even more.” I held out the potion, trying to mask my nervousness with a smile.

Logan looked at me, then at the potion, suspicion flickering in his eyes. “What’s this?” he asked, taking the vial from me.

“It’s just a tonic,” I replied, forcing a casual tone. “It’ll help you stay strong.”

Logan smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He drank the potion, but I noticed he didn’t swallow. My heart skipped a beat as he grabbed my hand, pulling me closer.

With both hands on my face, he drew my mouth to his and fed me the potion mouth-to-mouth, not spilling a single drop. “I know you didn’t have good intentions,” he said, his voice low and smug. “Increase your strength as well.”

The bitter taste of the potion filled my mouth, and panic surged through me. I immediately pulled away, pretending to be scared, and ran. Around the corner, I spat out a mouthful of blood, realizing how close I had come to my own demise. “He knew,” I thought, my mind reeling. “He sensed what I was up to.”

Returning to my room, I tried to calm my racing heart.

Just then, the TV caught my attention.

The screen displayed a marriage announcement—Graham and Flora’s wedding date.

My blood boiled as I watched, realizing I had been so consumed with Logan that I had forgotten about those two.

“I’ve been so busy dealing with Logan,” I thought, clenching my fists, “that I’ve neglected my revenge on Graham and Flora.” The thought of their upcoming marriage made my stomach turn. “Those bitches think they’ve won.”

A surge of determination filled me. “I’ll surprise them,” I vowed, my anger fueling my resolve. “They won’t see it coming.”

I sat down, trying to devise a plan. “Logan is a challenge, but I can’t let that distract me from my ultimate goal,” I reminded myself. “Graham and Flora will pay for what they’ve done.”

I stared at the marriage announcement, feeling the weight of my mission. “This isn’t over,” I thought. “Not by a long shot.”

The scene on the TV continued, blissfully ignorant of the storm brewing within me.

“I’ll attend that wedding,” I thought, a dark smile playing on my lips. “And I’ll make sure it’s a day they’ll never forget.”

As I watched the announcement, my mind was already racing with plans. “I will bring them down.”