{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan’s mother did an exceptional job with the spare room. She must have worked tirelessly because when I stepped inside, it was as if the room had been designed for a child to grow up in—a little haven of warmth and safety. The walls were painted a soft, calming lavender with hand-painted butterflies fluttering across one side. The crib was a gleaming white, surrounded by plush toys and blankets neatly folded on top of the changing table. There were shelves already stocked with baby books, diapers stacked like towers, and jars of baby food arranged in perfect rows. She thought of everything.Earlier that day, after my panic attack, Logan had taken me to the hospital. My heart had been racing, my breathing shallow, and my mind scattered in a dozen directions. I could barely think straight. Logan, calm and ever patient, had sat with me as they administered something for the headache that had been pounding at my temples. He told me I should try to sleep it off, that
{~~Avery Sterling~~}“You want to talk to Rex? Why not tell me what your decision is.”“I have no business with you Darren. You’re not the top dog of this operation. Prison rules state the strongest either runs the block, starts a gang, or keeps you safe. Rex was part of a gang, convicted for a horrendous crime, people in prison would have likely wanted him dead so he must have done things to stay alive until you joined him. So now you’re new, you need protection. What were you charged with? Contamination of food? You nearly killed a little girl by poisoning the cotton candy you sold to her. So with your stature and your abilities being refined to a lab, I’m guessing you’re not the heavy lifter. You might be the brain, but you’re not smart enough to carry everything else out. So put Rex on the line, and go sit somewhere.”I heard him grinding his teeth on the other line. No fear was in my tone of voice. Someone is getting an ass-kicking from me today. I’ve made a decision, I’ve made a
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The drive was exhausting, mentally not physically. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, making me tap my steering wheel with uneasiness. I arrived only a few minutes late, hopping out of the car after I parked it next to the king’s.“Okay, I’m here.”“Yes, you are. So you knew what I was up to, and you brought me here as what? Muscle so I can back you up when they take you?” He scoffed then laughed.“I have no such hope. I want you to have your daughter.”There must have been something in the way I said it because he immediately looked at me with suspicion. I walked past him. The edge of the town is where that dusty motel was. The crime scene tapes are still all over them. So we waited until twelve pm when a black van pulled out. Rex was in the driver's seat, and I know Darren was at the back. But with tinted windows, we couldn’t see him. I'm simply making a calculated guess.“Follow my lead, you don’t want the second guy to kill your daughter. Stay close, and
{~~Logan Grey~~}After her phone call with Ryan, Avery told me she needed rest, and of course, I agreed. I could see how much today had taken out of her, both mentally and physically. A bruise was already forming on her jaw, its dark purple hues standing out against her pale skin, a painful reminder of just how close she had come to real danger. She had thrown herself into this plan headfirst, taking risks that I wasn’t sure I could have handled myself. As I stood there watching her, a mix of relief and concern weighed heavily on me. She just needed rest, I thought. Rest, and time to heal from everything that had happened today.But her plans worked. Ryan caught Rex and Darren. Finally. After all the nights spent in dread, after all the carefully laid traps, it was over. We had them. Those two had caused so much pain, not just for us but for so many others as well. And yet, despite that victory, I couldn’t shake the uneasiness that gnawed at me. It clung to my chest, heavy and suffoca
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I woke up to a faint yet sharp feeling of pain that tugged at my awareness, coaxing me out of the thick, hazy blanket of sleep I’d been wrapped in. The kind of pain that was more of a distant reminder than an immediate problem. I blinked, slowly coming to, my vision still blurred from the night. My hand instinctively reached out, and I felt the cool metal of the baby monitor right in front of my face. Logan must have placed it there, probably sometime in the early hours while I was deep in sleep. That small act of consideration—of knowing I would want to hear her, to be close to her even in my sleep—made my heart swell a little. He was thoughtful like that, even in the smallest details. I smiled despite the slight discomfort in my muscles from having slept in a bit of an awkward position, grateful for him.Rolling out of bed, I moved gingerly, feeling the weight of the previous day's events settle into my bones. It had been a whirlwind, bringing Hope home, and fin
{~~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