ALPHA LOGAN POV As soon as I got the mind link from Ace telling me that Morgan was being attacked, I had an urgent pull to get over to her trailer. I knew that it was a weak spot in our pack and I knew that was my fault. Her and her mother were dumped out there in the trailer because everyone in
“Penelope. You know that’s not possible. I am the Alpha and we were just attacked by rogues. I have to go and deal with that mess.” I insisted. “It can wait.” She said, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me. Oh my goddess, I wish this bitch would just get the hell away from me. I managed
MORGAN’S POV I woke up to the same sounds that I woke up to several days earlier. After I was beaten in the alley. I didn’t open my eyes yet, they felt really heavy and I knew that I had been badly hurt. Things started coming back to me in little pieces. The rogue attack, and my mother being in t
“I bet you didn’t. You never told me that you were a white wolf.” “No one knows. Mom didn’t even know until last night.” I said. “Well, the warriors have been told to keep their mouths shut. We don’t need more attacks on this pack because people on the outside know that there’s a white wolf here
I made myself really comfortable on the couch, under my blanket, but I made sure that I had a notebook and pen. I wanted to write down everything they had to say about Alpha Jameson and try to get a look into this guy’s family and history. Could I actually be a descendant of an Alpha? That cou
At first it just felt like a bad cramp. But then it got so much worse that I fell to the floor in agony. Trying to muffle my screams, so no one else could hear it. But that didn’t work. Ace came running into the trailer and knelt down beside me. “Fuck. Morgan, what the hell is going on?” Ace ask
I sat there face to face with a vampire while he stood very still staring back at me. “You don’t look scared.” He said. “Should I be?” I asked. “No. But most people usually are scared when they see a vampire.” He said. “Well, you have yellow eyes.” I said. “Meaning?” He asked. “You don’t
“That explains it.” I said. When mom got home that night I got her to take the stitches out of my back. The wounds were pretty much healed up again, but she was afraid that I would have scars. I didn’t really didn’t care about that. The following morning I went to work like I always did and eve