Logan“I don’t know who they were, but they took her!”The news of Ella’s sudden disappearance hit me like a freight train, sending a rush of adrenaline and fear coursing through my veins. Without a moment’s hesitation, I quickly picked my phone back up, where Hartman was waiting.“Hartman, I gotta go.”“Is everything—”“I’ll explain later.”Without waiting for a response, I hung up the phone and jumped up from my chair. With Mrs. Wentworth in the lead, the two of us bolted through the house. My heart was pounding in my chest the entire time, hoping it was some kind of mistake. Even Mrs. Wentworth was moving at a speed that I had never seen her move before.“You’re sure she didn’t just step out?” I asked, hoping beyond all hope that that was the case. “Maybe she went for a walk, or—”“Logan, I swear I heard a commotion,” she said. “And by the time I got into the room and looked out the window, there was a car speeding down the road. Now, unless Miss Ella has a penchant for going on la
EllaThe dim light of the garage cast long shadows across the room, amplifying the feeling of dread that gripped me. I was still tied steadfastly to the chair, my wrists chafed from the ropes, and my wolf was still fast asleep. No matter how much I tried to call out to her in my mind, it was no use; she was nowhere to be found.“Ema!” I cried out mentally, pleading with her to offer guidance, assistance, or even her company during these terrifying moments. &ldquo
LoganThe roar of my car’s engine was a thunderous backdrop to the chaos unfolding around me. The streets of the city blurred past as I raced towards the race track, my every instinct screaming that Ella was there. My wolf was on high alert, bristling with the same urgency that was gripping me.“Faster, Logan, the cops are coming!” my wolf urged, his voice a constant presence in my mind.
EllaAs I sat there, bound to the chair in the dim, grimy garage, I kept pleading with Jet, desperately trying to reach whatever shred of humanity he might have left. Even though my face was streaked with tears and my voice was shaking, I kept sobbing, pleading, begging him to see reason.“Jet, you have to see logic here,” I said. “You don’t have to do what they’re telling you to do. You’re your own person; I know you don’t want this. I can see i
LoganThe race track loomed in front of me, a hulking mass of metal and concrete that felt more like a prison than a place of thrill. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought that I would wind up here, running from what felt like all of the cops in the city while simultaneously trying to hunt down the person that had stolen my mate. But, what was done was done.I slammed down on the brakes of my car, the tires screeching in protest as I skidded to a halt. My heart was pounding, every bea
EllaThe desert landscape stretched out in front of us, an endless expanse of sand and heat, as Jet, who I knew as Logan’s racing rival, drove the car at breakneck speeds into the darkness.My heart pounded against my ribcage, a frenzied rhythm of fear and confusion. I was trapped in a car with a man who I barely knew, who had just kidnapped me from one life-threatening situation only to thrust me into another.
Ella“Devon?”My eyes widened as I took in the person who sat in front of me. I couldn’t believe it; Jet, the car racing rival who also happened to be Marina’s hitman, was… the man who I had begun to see as a friend?“This can’t be real,” I said softly as I pulled away.
Logan“Uncuff him.”The officer’s words took both me and the others by surprise. I blinked, wondering if I had just heard correctly.“Sir?” one of the other officers said, shooting him a quizzical look. “Uncuff him?”
EllaThe reception was in full swing, the air filled with the soft sound of music, the clinking of cutlery and champagne glasses, and the pleasant murmur of guests. It was the perfect night, too; the sun had set, and the air outside had cooled to a pleasant temperature as the crickets and cicadas sang.Walking hand in hand with Logan, we approached the multi-tiered wedding cake. It was unbelievably tall, adorned with carefully piped flowers and leaves. There were two little figures at th
EllaThe reception hall was filled with the soft, warm glow of hundreds of candles, and the sound of gentle music filled the space. It really was everything that we had wanted. The wedding planner had outdone herself.“What do you think?” Logan asked, holding my hand as we meandered around the room. “Quite the party, huh?”
EllaThe doors to the chapel opened, and the soft sound of orchestral music filled my ears. This was it; this was the moment. Everything felt like it was moving so fast, and yet somehow it felt as though time was standing completely still at the same moment.I watched as the wedding planner gestured from the sidelines for the bridesmaids and groomsmen to pair up and walk through the doors, preceded by the flower girl—a family friend’s daughter, who looked absolutely precious
Ella“Are you nervous, Ella?” the makeup artist, Jenna, asked as she selected a palette of soft, natural colors that complemented my skin tone.Nervous would have been an understatement. It was the morning of my wedding; the day had finally come, after what had somehow felt like both an eternity and no time at all at the same time.
LoganI sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the little silver key in the palm of my hand.“I should just go and do it,” I whispered, more to myself than to my wolf. “Get it over with, right?”“What’s the worst that could happen?” my wolf added. “It’s
EllaAs I walked into the bridal boutique with my entourage, the little bell on the door chimed and I was immediately greeted with the scent of lavender and the smile of a bridal assistant.Daisy, Moana, Clara, and Sarah were with me; it was just a couple of days after the housewarming party, and our new house felt full to the brim with my family and Clara staying for a while. Not that I minded, though. It was fun having them here, and I was glad to have them all by my side as I tried on
LoganI was enjoying the party, watching with a smile on my face as Clara, Ella, and Sarah exchanged stories, when the sound of my phone ringing suddenly cut through the lively atmosphere.Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I felt my heart lurch in my chest. It was Hartman; I hadn’t heard from him in months. After Marina and Harry had taken off and Devon had been caught, I had paid Hartman for his help—even though our plan wound up being foiled—and that was the end of t
EllaThe months following Logan’s and my engagement was a whirlwind of change. We sold Logan’s mansion to a wealthy family from out of the area, and before I knew it, we were moving into our new home.It was a 1920s Spanish-style home, with warm stucco walls and breezy windows. The first floor was open concept, and I could already picture all of the wonderful parties we could have here. I fell in love with it immediately.
Ella“Sit down. Both of you.”Sarah and I exchanged wary glances. Her face was just as pale as mine probably was, and I felt a wrench in my stomach.“But Mr. Henderson, Sarah never—”