Logan’s pov Slumping into my study chair, I sank back and let out a heavy sigh. My gaze drifted aimlessly around the room, lost in a sea of frustration and exhaustion. Today had drained me to the bone, leaving me feeling utterly defeated. The news of Isabella's marriage struck me like a sudden thunderstorm on a clear day. For days, I had wandered around, consumed by the need to find her and beg for forgiveness for the mess I made on what should have been our wedding day. The weight of my actions is pulling me down and my heart is heavy with the burden of guilt that I now bear. I began to wonder if I truly loved Elena . Whenever I think of her, I realize I never truly liked her. I only married her because she got pregnant, and I felt trapped in the moment, unable to leave her. “Any idea who she got married to?” Logan questioned the guard standing silently in front of him. “Not at all sir but I heard that it’s someone powerful.” He replied. Someone powerful? If this person held re
Isabella’s pov Lately, Ethan had been scarce around the house, leaving me with idle hands and a wandering mind. Having exhausted the books at my disposal, I found myself aimlessly pacing the familiar corridors. It was then that I decided to pay a visit to his study, hoping we could sort things out. As I approached the door, I gently rubbed my knuckles against it, pausing to lean in and listen for any sign of his presence on the other side. I knocked lightly and waited nervously for his response. "Come in," his voice resounded. I hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside, closing the door behind me with a soft click. He glanced up, a mix of displeasure and surprise flickering across his face as our eyes met. It had been a while since we'd exchanged more than a passing glance or a curt nod. Lately, it seemed like we were worlds apart, each lost in our own thoughts and emotions, unsure how to bridge the growing divide between us. “What are you doing here?” He questioned whi
Logan's POV I stood gazing upon a massive pool of blood. The sight filled my heart with sorrow and fury, for it was a cruel reminder of the devastating loss suffered by my men, taken down by rogue wolves. My face was masked in anguish and determination to take revenge on whoever it was, my face etched with lines of sorrow and furrowed brows, as I mourned the fallen and contemplated the vengeance that burns within myself. “This is no doubt an attack from the rogues who have been attacking recently.” My beta Zain confirmed while observing the injuries of my men. “Keeping silent right now isn’t going to help.” I clenched my jaw, feeling the weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders. “What do you suggest I do? Waging war on those feral idiots would do us no good as they have nothing to lose.” I pointed out “And we have everything to lose if we choose to remain silent to their threats, more lives would be taken, and even worse they could kill you and take over the pack.” Zain
Isabella’s pov “Have a good night you two.” Aunt Abby smiled tugging my hair behind my ear while holding my hand, we had a wonderful evening meal together even though it was mostly awkward around Ethan. “I know he’s a huge pain in the ass but keep supporting him okay? He’s still my good boy.” “Are you gossiping about me again Aunt Abby?” He feigned ring annoyed outing his lips at her. “It’s not fair.” Seeing this playful part of him was very much weird and at the same time pleasing, my heart pounded as I stared at him quietly before averting my gaze when I noticed him staring at me. “We’ll just be good to her, she’s a lovely woman and most importantly get me nieces and nephews.” Aunt Abby huffed, at that moment the tension between Ethan and I hung in the air as I tried not to react to what she had just said but for a reason, my heart skipped the best hearing that, I mentally pleaded for him to get me out of this situation before she would say even more awkward things. “We would be
Logan's POV A knock on the door echoed through the hallway, making me tear my gaze away from the documents scattered across my desk. "Enter," I called out, my voice steady despite the turmoil churning within me. The door creaked open, revealing the imposing figure of General Greenfield. His presence commanded respect, a testament to his years of service and experience in the field. " Alpha Logan," he greeted me with a firm handshake, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "I trust you're well?" I returned his handshake, though my grip felt weaker than usual. "As well as can be expected, General," I replied, forcing a smile that took over the crease of nervousness on my face which was later replaced by the look of surprise and relief. The truth is even though I asked Brian to summon General Greenfield, I didn't think he would be here this quick since he is a quite busy man. Now that he is here, a sense of relief and calmness washed over me, knowing he can help us stra
Logan's POVI stood there watching my men train hard each day for fear of their lives, a sense of guilt enveloped me. As an alpha, I should be able to defend my people even in their sleep, but with the current situation, we both need to protect each other but still, I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt. I somehow felt I had let them down. “Alpha Logan”,” Alpha Logan”. I heard a voice call through the haze of my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. "Alpha Logan," one of my guards called out, his tone respectful yet urgent.I turned to face him, my brow furrowing with concern. "Yes, is there a problem?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat at the possibility of bad news.The guard shook his head, his expression reassuring. "Not at all, Alpha. You have a guest""A guest?" I echoed, surprise flickering across my features. "Where is he?""He's in the waiting room, Alpha," the guard replied with a bow before stepping aside to let me pass.I made my way to the waiting room, my pa
Ethan's POV I left Logan's pack, a knowing smile tugging my lips. “He is playing hard to get huh?” I asked myself mused. Although he hasn't agreed yet, I knew it was just a matter of time. He was just trying to put on a thick skin but my prying eyes can see through it all. Behind his facade, I could see a man cowering in fear and wrestling with his own fear and insecurities. My mind slowly drifted to Isabelle. What was I going to tell her? I could picture the look of disappointment on her face when I tell her Ethan hasn't approved the alliance yet. My heart ached at the thought and my mind tried to block the imagination. “What is this that I'm feeling?” “When did I start caring about Isabelle this much?” I asked myself, bewildered. I couldn't deny the growing feelings, stirring within me. Feeling I never intended to develop. Whenever I am with her, my heart raced in a way I couldn't explain. I'm too lenient with her that I sometimes fear she can be the source of my downfall li
Isabelle's POV‘My lady,” “My lady” , a voice called, interrupting me from my peaceful sleep. I yawned and stretched my limbs as I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting it to the bright light from the sun that pierced through the window.“I'm sorry to disturb your sleep My Lady, Miss Talia is here to see you,” a young maid in her mid twenties informed me.“Miss Talia?” I asked groggily, fighting the urge to go back to sleep.“Yes my Lady, it's twelve noon and she has been waiting for the past hour hoping you will wake up soon,” she replied.“Why didn't anybody wake me up?” I questioned, embarrassed that I've slept for this long.“I'm sorry my Lady, it was Alpha Ethan's instruction not to disturb your sleep,” she stated simply with her eyes glued to the floor.I never understood why the maids always had to avoid the eyes of their superiors, maybe it has something to do with respect which I don't see to be necessary in my opinion.“Let her wait in the garden and tell the chef to make her ni