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The Fallen Angel : Cold hearted Alpha HATE OR PASSION
Andrea woke up to the now familiar, yet unbearable, pain that had been plaguing her for days. Every muscle in her body ached, and the heat within her was becoming more intense, making it nearly impossible to think clearly. She lay in bed, curled up and clutching her pillow tightly. The room was filled with Logan's scent, which oddly brought her a semblance of calm amidst the chaos her body was experiencing.Every time she considered leaving the room to seek help, the pain intensified, almost as if reminding her that she needed to stay where Logan's scent was the strongest. She couldn't understand why his scent was the only thing that brought her any relief, but she clung to it like a lifeline.Meanwhile, in his own quarters, Logan was feeling restless. He paced back and forth, trying to focus on his duties, but his mind kept drifting back to Andrea. He could feel her pain through their bond, and it gnawed at him, making it difficult to concentrate. Alex, his wolf, was in a state of ag
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Logan woke up with a heavy feeling in his chest, an unusual sense of guilt gnawing at him. The events of the previous night played over in his mind. He had given in to Alex's urgings and the undeniable pull of the bond, but now he regretted it. He had done what he thought necessary to ease her pain, but it didn't change how he felt about her. Or so he tried to convince himself.He walked back to their shared room, dreading what he might find. As he opened the door, the sight that greeted him made his heart sink. The sheets were stained with blood, stark against the otherwise pristine bedding. A wave of guilt washed over him. He stood there for a moment, wrestling with his emotions, before he forced himself to look away."Get a grip, Logan," he muttered under his breath. "This changes nothing."He turned on his heel and left the room, making his way downstairs to the dining hall. Breakfast with the pack was a daily ritual, and as Alpha, it was expected that he be the first to eat. The
The Fallen Angel : Cold hearted Alpha AFTER ALL THESE YEARS
Andrea tossed and turned in her bed, haunted by the events of the previous night. The pain from the heat had subsided, but the emotional scars left by Logan's cold detachment were still fresh. She stared at the ceiling, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and hurt. Sleep seemed impossible, but eventually, exhaustion claimed her.In the early hours of the morning, Andrea was jolted awake by a strange sensation. Her necklace, the one her father had given her, was glowing again. She sat up, eyes wide with surprise and curiosity. The blue light pulsated rhythmically, casting an eerie glow in the dark room. Her heart pounded as she reached up to touch it.A soft, ethereal voice filled the room. "Andrea, follow me."Andrea froze, her breath caught in her throat. She had heard the voice before, but it had never been this clear. It felt both familiar and otherworldly, like a long-forgotten dream. She stood up, her curiosity overpowering her fear."Who are you?" she whispered, but the voice only
The Fallen Angel : Cold hearted Alpha ECHOES OF ABANDONMENT
Andrea lay in bed, her mind unable to find peace. The weight of the day’s revelations bore down on her, and exhaustion eventually pulled her into a restless sleep. Her dreams carried her back to a time she had long tried to forget—a time when a woman once visited their home.---The living room of Andrea’s childhood home was filled with the warm, comforting glow of the fireplace. She was no more than seven years old, playing with her dolls on the soft carpet while the aroma of her father’s cooking wafted from the kitchen. It was a scene of domestic tranquility, yet a storm was brewing just beneath the surface.Andrea’s father, Jonathan, stood by the window, his face a mask of concern. A woman named Evelyn, entered the room, her movements tense and her expression strained. Andrea, sensing the change in the atmosphere, looked up from her playthings, her young mind alert to the undercurrents of distress in the air.The woman came to her and picked her up.“You look so much like your gran
The Fallen Angel : Cold hearted Alpha UNRAVELING THRUTHS
Andrea woke with a start, the echo of the mysterious figure and the haunting voice still lingering in her mind. The forest clearing and the river seemed like a distant dream now, but the urgency to unravel the mysteries of her past remained. She needed answers, and she needed them soon.Slipping out of bed, Andrea dressed quickly, her mind racing with fragments of memories and unanswered questions. The necklace, still faintly glowing, felt heavy against her chest as if it, too, held secrets waiting to be uncovered.She made her way downstairs quietly, avoiding the bustling kitchen where Rose was likely preparing breakfast. Instead, she sought solace in the library, a sanctuary of knowledge and quiet contemplation within the main house.The shelves were lined with ancient tomes and volumes on supernatural lore, each holding a promise of insight into the world beyond human understanding. Andrea pulled out a dusty book on werewolf mythology, flipping through its pages in search of any me
The Fallen Angel : Cold hearted Alpha SHADOWS OF BETRAYAL
Andrea stood in the dimly lit study of the main house, facing Logan with a mixture of confusion and frustration. The air between them crackled with tension, each moment stretching taut as she awaited his answer."Why do you hate me so much, Logan?" Andrea's voice quivered slightly, betraying the emotions swirling within her. "What did I ever do to you?"Logan remained silent for a long moment, his jaw clenched as he stared at her with intensity. The weight of her question hung heavy in the air, and Andrea could almost feel the turmoil churning beneath his stoic exterior."You don't know anything about your father, Andrea," Logan finally spoke, his voice low and tinged with bitterness. "You have no idea what he's done."Andrea's brows furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about? My father is-was a good man. He would never hurt anyone."Logan's eyes flashed with anger, his restraint slipping slightly. "Your father is the reason I lost my parents," he gritted out, each word laced
The Fallen Angel : Cold hearted Alpha THE MASK INTACT
Andrea stood frozen in the doorway, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. Logan's study, once a place of potential resolution, now felt like a trap of disappointment and betrayal. Jess's presence on his lap was a stark reminder of everything Andrea had hoped wasn't true.Logan's eyes darted from Andrea to Jess and back, his expression unreadable but guarded. He didn't move to disentangle himself from Jess's embrace, nor did he offer any explanation or apology for what Andrea had walked in on. His silence only deepened the wound in Andrea's heart.Jess, on the other hand, smirked knowingly at Andrea, as if relishing the discomfort she caused. "Looks like you caught us at a bad time," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm.Andrea clenched her fists, fighting to keep her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her. "I came here to talk to Logan," she said, her words tinged with bitterness. "But it seems he's busy."Logan's jaw tightened imperceptibly, a flicker of guilt
The Fallen Angel : Cold hearted Alpha THE NECKLACE SHATTERED
Andrea wandered through the bustling courtyard of the pack house, her thoughts preoccupied with the revelations of the past days. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the cobblestones and painting the sky with hues of pink and orange. She absentmindedly fingered the necklace her father had given her, the one that seemed to hold so many unanswered questions. The necklace had always provided her with a sense of comfort and security, a connection to her past. As she rounded the corner, Andrea found herself face-to-face with Sandra and her entourage. Sandra, with her perfectly coiffed hair and cold, piercing eyes, regarded Andrea with thinly veiled disdain. The atmosphere grew tense, the air crackling with an undercurrent of hostility. Andrea had known Sandra's type well—privileged, entitled, and always ready to belittle others to make themselves feel superior. "Well, well, if it isn't the Luna," Sandra sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What are you doing here al
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