{~~Avery Sterling~~}There are a lot things that I could have considered as warning signs when it came down to Logan. His need to humiliate me was not one of them. I figured I wouldn't fall for his trick. That I could be strong, better, and if I could resist his insults then I could prove myself to him. But I failed to understand that my body and my mind speak two different languages. My mind says we can withhold against any onslaught of pleasure he tries to put us through. And my body says self preservation and respect is for people who are not me. I am so ashamed.Logan was chuckling like a supervillain from the worst movie ever. He sounded so evil, so unlike the man I'd known– watched– in high school. I wasn't dealing with that version of him. Who was such a sweetheart. He's just cruel. My eyes and cheeks are wet with tears. I can't believe I came. Two fingers tapped my cheek, and I was forced to open my eyes. “Awwwn, look at those tears.” He looks so pleased. So proud that h
{~~Avery Sterling~~} This must be a dream. Or I wished it was. I was staring at a cake, my name was on it and so was a candle in the shape of number nine. Which is my age. But... My parents never threw any parties for me. This must be an accident. I looked at my tiny hands, my eyes dragging over the happiness that clouds that of my parents. The big smiles on their faces, the other kids surrounding them chanting my name. I burst out into tears because I know this is a dream. It couldn't be real. Never for me. The truth is, the actual birthday had gone like this. There was a cake, a number nine, a bunch of happy people and children. There was just one huge difference. On my ninth birthday I'd been accidentally locked out of the house. I had to watch as my parents and all the kids in the neighborhood celebrated my twin sister. They jumped in joy for her, no one noticed I wasn't there. Not a single person. The sickness of this fucking dream. To remind me of that horrid night. It
{~~Logan Grey~~}I shouldn't be checking Ava's Instagram, but I still can't help myself. There's something about her only posting that man's arms that seems to piss me off. Why was she hiding him? She was a girl who posted everything about her daily life but suddenly was hiding him.She wouldn't even mention his pack. It made me feel uncomfortable. What if she had just left for no reason but the fact that she didn't want to be with me anymore because of my rank is degrading. But it also leaves me with a million questions. Wouldn't she be posting about snagging the most important role an omega can get is the role of a Luna. If she got that, why isn't she bragging about it? That's usually the Ava method. So why is she hiding his face?Is she in danger? Is he not who he says he is? Was she tricked? I hope she knows she can reach out to me if things get out of hand. I posted a nice breakfast today, saying that my lovely wife prepared it. It was quite comical, but the followers I'd ga
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The Necro nurse’s name is Gareth. White hair, sharp red eyes, a pure blooded Alaskan death wolf. Do you know how rare those are? This pack has really evolved from the last time I was here. His wolf clan don't leave their pack in Alaska. But apparently he went to camp with Ryan, they became buddies and when Ryan moved here to be closer to his best friend- Gareth did the exact same thing. They've been working together ever since. Ryan is such a social butterfly, while Gareth is a introvert who speaks to the dead bodies while he works. He was sickened by the case, and that was why he refused to continue operating on the bodies. I finally got the full details. For the past so and so months- I may have blanked out that part of the information- several woman have been abducted, their babies taken from them, and their stomach sliced open with their organs removed. Each woman had a C-section at Heart Inc. And each woman gave birth to boys. It was… shocking to find out
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I stayed up for several reasons. My nerves were on edge by what I had seen. It didn’t change anything. I was still feeling uneasy. Why did he have those photos? Was he always planning to blackmail me?Logan is nothing like I expected. He is much crueler than I thought he would be. I lay in bed, thinking of the woman that had gotten hurt. And logan. I know I’m not ava. Let’s weigh out the pros and cons of that. I’ve done that my whole life.Let’s build a chart. There is Ava Sterling. She’s well liked, or at least she was when I was first here. She’s smart, she’s funny, there isn’t an ex boyfriend here that might say something bad about her. She’s pretty, she’s charming, she has everyone in a chokehold. If she breathes, they trip over themselves. Hell, my parents couldn’t remember any part of my childhood, but if I asked them a specific question about Ava... they would have the answer.Now those are her pros. Her ability to make people blind to her flaws. Her cons ar
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Okay, so sleeping was officially gone. I went for a run instead, and the more the phone call stayed in my mind the faster I ran. You know, symbolism and shit. Trying to outrun my problems. It did not work. My twin is truly the bane of my existence. She’s a wolf, she should have eaten me in the womb. I was born against my will, and I’m forced to pay for it. Dear god.It didn’t work. I returned to the house drenched in sweat and cursing every being that let me be born into this world. I ran my fingers through my hair, letting myself breathe before stepping into the house. Logan was awake, I could hear his footsteps moving around upstairs. I ducked toward my room. Not wanting to see him.Or I’d risk ruining my chances by telling him that Ava called me and that I have her new number. Which is a good way to fuck everything up. I need someone to talk to. I called Ryan while stripping off my workout clothes.I dumped them in the basket and entered the bathroom. Letting th
{~~Logan Grey~~}Ryan: You are a fool. You’re missing out on the hottest piece of ass you’ll ever find.Me: What the fuck are you talking about?Ryan: You are a fool. Save me some of your mom’s chicken pot pie or our friendship is over.I rolled my eyes, why am I friends with him again? He is being a pain. I turned the screen of my phone to face the desk while I got back to work. The files on the latest patients in intensive care were done neatly. At least Avery is good at something. She reviews thoroughly and even goes above and beyond. Such an overachiever.A true nerd if I’ve ever seen one. I continued to read through each report she made. My mind kept flying over to the fact that my parents had sprung this dinner on me. I have to be nice to Avery or they might offer her some money to leave me. I need her to stick around until Ava comes to her senses.So i can’t have them thinking I want her gone, I also don’t want them thinking I’m in love with her. Fuck no. My heart would never b
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan is watching me, I must be doing something wrong. My day was already off to a bad start. Seeing Shawn had been a blast from the past. Remember when I mentioned one of those many guys who I thought liked me, only for them to drop me for my sister? All the while the guy I wanted was working his hardest to make her his.Well, Shawn was a different guy. He was sweet. When Ava flirted, he told her off. Said he was taken. He was... i thought with him I could get over Logan but then he dumped me one day out of the blue. Saying he’d made a mistake, and he wanted Ava. Her face had been so smug when I got back home that day.She was proud of herself. I meant what I said to him, I want nothing to do with guys who are obsessed with my sister. Is that hypocritical to say seeing as I’m basically enduring the worst for someone who takes his obsession with Ava to a crazy point? Yes, it does.But my life can only handle one crazy ex and not more. Especially since I’ve had a s
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The waterfall is majestic and stunning. Logan suggested we go in naked since we’re the only ones here. I’ll admit, trusting a radically vegan hippie to plan my honeymoon was a bold and disturbing choice. Third year in college she lugged me off to the rain forest where we camped for six weeks so we could connect with the gods who brought us here.It was my worst summer vacation. Six long weeks. But I got so much work done that I felt like I came back even smarter. I love Agatha, but my goodness, her ideas of fun are always nature-like. The lack of wifi is going to kill me, but thank god I got another honeymoon present from Logan’s parents as an apology for the way they acted at the start of my marriage to their son.And that one is for two months on a cruise. We’ll be leaving for that after a week of getting eaten alive by mosquitoes.The water is cold, and the view is even better. I talk alot of crap about Agatha but the woman is far more connected to this world t
{~~Logan Grey~~}My honeymoon is not at all what I expected. It’s one of those situations where you step back and think, How did I not see this coming? But I guess that’s what happens when you go with the flow and don’t plan out every last detail, just trusting that things will fall into place. We decided not to bring Hope with us, even though part of me wanted her to be here. She’s spending the week with my parents—her grandparents—which feels like a huge milestone, not just for her, but for me too. Avery and I wanted this time to ourselves, to really celebrate our marriage without any distractions, to focus on us for a change.We’re an odd pair to most people, and I know some didn’t expect us to last, but we’ve made it work in ways that surprise even me sometimes. Over the last year, we’ve settled into this rhythm that’s become second nature. It’s a good rhythm, one that’s brought us closer, and made us stronger. It’s funny—when you think about it, but it feels like so much longer.
\One Year Later/{~~Avery Sterling~~}So, you know how little girls always dream about their wedding day? It’s supposed to be this big, magical event, where everything falls perfectly into place, and for some, it’s the pinnacle of their dreams, right? But not me. I never had those kinds of dreams. You know how my life was, how crappy my sister and parents treated me. There was never much room in my head for fantasies like that. Growing up, I couldn’t even imagine what marriage would feel like because I was too busy surviving and getting through the mess of my family. But, okay, maybe deep down, I had some dreams. Everyone does, right? I just never thought they’d come true.And marrying Logan Grey—that’s a whole different thing altogether. I mean, when we started planning the wedding, I was so overwhelmed. There were just so many details, and so many decisions, and with everything I’ve been through, I just didn’t have the energy to care about floral arrangements or seating charts. So, I
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The almost-car accident shakes me up more than I expected, but Logan is fine, and I’m fine. It all happened so fast, and yet I can still feel the pulse of my heartbeat in my throat when I think about it. That truck had come out of nowhere. The driver didn’t even slow down. Had I not tripped over that stone while I was looking for a signal on my phone and he’d come to check on me... logan would have died a painful death before my eyes.So of course I was a fucking mess. That driver is crazy. Did he not see the car? Why did the car even stop? What was wrong with the engine? I have like six million questions!He called Ryan to come get us. I was in his arms on the side of the road, watching as other cars drove around the wreckage. They don’t stop but look on surprised at the mess. Whoever that driver was I hope to god his truck breaks down and he’s fired. Because what the hell?He should have at least stopped. Panic fills me but so does anger. The panic wins though.
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan and I had left Hope in the hospital. The tiny bundle of life—so fragile, yet resilient—was resting safely in the nursery, surrounded by the quiet hum of machines and the gentle presence of nurses. We’d return tomorrow, once we were sure they’d had time to scan her brain and ensure she was truly safe for release. My heart ached to leave her, but it was necessary. Thank goodness she was a baby, still too young to understand fear in the way that we did. She wouldn’t know the anxiety, the sleepless nights, the never-ending worry. All she knew was warmth and the safety of sleep, cocooned in blankets too big for her tiny form.The snow had started falling again, soft and silent, covering the world in a layer of purity that felt both soothing and unsettling. Logan drove carefully through the winding streets, the heater on low, warming our chilled fingers. We didn’t speak much, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that sat between two peo
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I’m back in this beautiful pack, surrounded by familiar faces, and yet it feels so foreign after everything we’ve been through. the rain stopped while I was away and now we have a new season. The landscape is stunning, especially now, with the first snowfall of the season transforming the dense forest and the lake into a quiet, white wonderland. The snow blankets the ground in thick, untouched layers, making the whole world seem calm and serene, but cold—bitingly cold. It's as if the snow carries the weight of my worries. The weather has shifted dramatically over the past few days, moving from endless, gloomy rain to this sudden onset of winter. So, congratulations on freezing my butt off, even with all the layers I'm bundled in.Logan and I had spent last night at the lake house, a place of solace for us, trying to reconnect after everything that’s been thrown at us. It was bittersweet, those quiet moments by the fire, the crackling logs filling the air with warm
{~~Logan Grey~~}Avery is coming home today. Avery is coming home today. I’ve been repeating that sentence in my head for the past 48 hours, counting down the seconds like a kid waiting for Christmas morning. The excitement, the anticipation—it’s all bubbling up inside me, and I can barely sit still. I glance at the clock on my phone for what feels like the hundredth time, knowing it hasn't moved much since the last time I looked but somehow hoping the hands of time have sped up. It's been far too long since I’ve seen her.The air in the terminal is thick with the usual airport chaos—people rushing by, announcements echoing through the speakers, kids whining in the background—but it all fades into the background noise. I’m laser-focused, my heart pounding in sync with the roaring engines of planes outside. She’s been gone for weeks, and though it wasn’t that long, it feels like an eternity. We’ve been working tirelessly on the cure—sleepless nights, constant research, trial and error.
{~~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
{~~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