{~~Logan Grey~~}Last night was incredible, unforgettable in every sense. My body still ached from the intensity of it, the way Avery had gripped me, her fingernails biting into my back as if she was trying to mark me, claim me. And she had—completely. The scratches stung, but it was a good kind of pain, a reminder of how we’d spent the night together. Her bites, the way she tugged at my skin with her teeth, had me in a state of delirium, alternating between pleasure and pain, unable to tell where one ended and the other began.We started off with fire, raw and hungry for each other, but somewhere along the way, we descended into something even hotter, something almost primal. The sheets weren’t just messed up—they were torn in places, twisted around us as we moved together, and by the end, they were a casualty of our night. We hadn’t just made love; we had burned through the hours, consuming each other in a way that felt almost too intense to be real. There was a part of me that thou
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I started packing at ten in the morning, knowing my flight was scheduled for three pm in the afternoon. It was a tight window, but I’d grown used to working under pressure, especially when it came to travel. The familiar sight of my well-worn duffel bag greeted me from the closet, and I pulled it out, dumping it on the bed before I began shoving as many clothes as I could into it. My mind was scattered, thoughts bouncing between what I needed to pack and the fact that I was leaving. A slight knot formed in my stomach. I hated the thought of leaving Logan and Hope behind, even for just a few days. But this trip was necessary.As I zipped open another pocket to check for any last-minute items, Logan came in, cradling Hope in his arms. She was asleep, her little body curled up comfortably against his chest. The sight of them together always melted something inside me, and for a second, I just stopped packing and watched them. Logan’s gaze met mine, a soft smile tuggi
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The flight wasn’t bad at all, a smooth ride that gave me plenty of time to think and prepare for the days ahead. I spent most of the flight reading, trying to immerse myself in a book to keep my mind from wandering too far into worry. Every now and then, I’d glance out the window, watching the clouds shift and the landscape beneath me change from small dots of houses to vast stretches of wilderness. It was strange, being so far from home, but I knew this trip was important.As the flight neared its end, I pulled out my phone to text Agatha. She was supposed to pick me up, and I didn’t want to leave her waiting. Landed. See you soon, I typed quickly, sending it before I put my phone on airplane mode one last time before landing.The plane touched down smoothly, and once we reached the gate, I grabbed my carry-on and made my way through the airport. The anticipation of seeing Agatha again, an old college friend I hadn’t seen in years, was starting to bubble up. We’
{~~Logan Grey~~}Two days without Avery isn't an eternity, but it sure feels like a long time. I’m surviving, or at least I think I am. Tonight, I’m having dinner at my parents' place, and the whole family is here to celebrate the newborns. Felix’s child, Marley, and my daughter, Hope. It feels good to be around everyone, even if my mind keeps drifting to Avery. The house is buzzing with laughter and chatter. The babies are in their playpen, tapping at toys, oblivious to the joyful chaos around them. My parents are practically glowing as they fawn over their grandkids, doting on every little coo and babbling like they’re treasures.I sit back in a rocking chair, watching the scene play out before me. My brothers are in the kitchen, joking around while they cook, and their wives are on the couch, chatting and laughing. And Ronan’s children are lying on the floor coloring something. It’s one of those moments that feels picture-perfect, like a scene out of some old family movie. Even Rya
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Agatha and I had been at it for hours, possibly days, though the passage of time had become something of a blur in the dim, candlelit room. The air was thick with the scent of dried herbs and burning incense, their heady aromas mixing in a way that both calmed and invigorated me. I had never spent so much time in the presence of a witch doctor before—not like this, not in such an intimate setting where every movement, every word, every breath was part of a delicate and complex dance of life and death.I’d seen witchcraft before. In university, we had a professor who dabbled in the ancient arts, using it to enhance her knowledge of medicinal plants and natural remedies. It’s why i wished I’d been chosen to be a doctor, it would be so nice to be able to do so much than what a nurse can. But even she had never worked with the sheer precision and raw power that Agatha wielded. It was... mesmerizing. I couldn’t help but be drawn in, watching her every move, the way her
{~~Avery Sterling~~} Love, that emotion is such a hoax. Actually, it’s not. It’s beautiful with the right person, ugly with the wrong person. But I can’t have the beauty or the ugliness when my love is unrequited. When I first met him, the Medic alpha in training, I was enamored. Mostly due to the fact that our pack has never had a medic alpha before. They’re usually assigned to the bigger, and more popular packs, ours was none of that. I was delighted. At the age of eleven, I was getting into the phase of having crushes, and the thirteen-year-old medic alpha was right in my sight. He was smart, charming, too good to be training to work in a pack like ours. No offense. I know my father worked hard but we had to be honest. I hoped he’d notice me, and we’d become friends. Move from friends to lovers. Yes, I had it all planned out in my head. I knew when we’d get married and have children, and blah blah blah. I was learning what it meant to love, and he was befriending my sister. Ne
{~~Avery Sterling~~} I said yes. I’m weak for him, I know. I’m disappointed in myself too. The more I thought about being his wife, the less the consequences seemed to be. Two weeks went by and we were set to be married. I’d had all my stuff moved here, Logan gave me a spot in his house to put them in. A large room. Not the master bedroom. I’m not sure why, but slowly it started to dawn on me. I am the definition of desperation. Who gets engaged to the man who spent half his life fawning over her sister? I must be crazy. I stared at myself in the mirror. We’re not having a big wedding. Logan’s invited his family, and my family is going to serve as witnesses. We’re having a court wedding. I tried to suggest something else but his response was chilling. Still, that didn’t stop me. First loves suck. I’m not ava. Why did I think him deciding to marry me would... this is so stupid. I don’t have to go through with it. My parents only paid for my fees but that’s all they did for me. I d
{~~Avery Sterling~~} The next morning I woke up feeling like my body was tired, and just in need of more sleep. I’m still Avery Sterling. Logan wanted to keep his last name for himself. This is truly the most humiliating thing I’ve done. I got out of bed, unable to sit with the shame but still hopeful that I could turn this thing around. I did my regular morning stretch, checked the time, and noted that I had two hours until I started my first shift as a medic alpha’s nurse. One who is also my roommate. I wanted to smile, but the shame was still there. I did this. No one forced me. I could have left. I could have left and told them all to fuck themselves. Kept some semblance of self-worth. I sighed and finished the last of my stretches. I went into the bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face. The girl in the mirror is beautiful. The girl in the mirror is worth it. I am worth a lot more than what I was given. It is not my fault they didn’t pay attention to me. I had to go t