All Chapters of The Fallen Angel : Cold hearted Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Logan sat behind his desk in the study, his mind a turbulent sea of conflicting thoughts and emotions. He stared at the papers in front of him, the reports from various pack members about patrols and the state of the borders, but he couldn't focus. The conversation with his uncle Thomas still weighed heavily on his mind.A knock on the door brought him out of his reverie. He straightened up, trying to compose himself as the door opened and Thomas stepped inside. His uncle's presence was commanding, and Logan could sense the gravity of what was about to be discussed."Logan," Thomas began, closing the door behind him. "We need to talk."Logan nodded, gesturing for his uncle to take a seat. "I know. It's about the Luna, isn't it?"Thomas took a seat across from Logan, his expression stern. "Yes. The council is growing impatient. They need to see stability in the pack, and that means you need to choose a mate."Logan took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "I understand the coun

Andrea and Caleb sprinted through the pack's territory, the urgency of their mission driving them forward. The sun had set, casting long shadows across the landscape as they approached the alpha's quarters. Andrea's heart pounded with a mix of adrenaline and anger. They had to report what they'd seen—and fast.Bursting into Logan's study, they found the alpha poring over a stack of reports. His expression darkened when he saw Andrea, but before he could say anything, Caleb spoke up."Alpha, we have critical information," Caleb said, his voice steady. "We found the rogue camp near the southern border, and one of our own guards is a traitor."Logan's eyes flickered with surprise before narrowing in anger and his gaze landing on Andrea. "Andrea, what were you doing outside the pack's territory without fucking permission?" Anger radiating from his voice.Andrea clenched her fists, her temper flaring. "I don't need anyone's permission! I'm not a child.”Logan's face hardened, and his voice

Logan stood outside Andrea’s room, his hand poised to knock. He hesitated, running a hand through his hair, the frustration of the day still gnawing at him. The search for the rogues had been a disaster, and now he had to face the firestorm that was Andrea. Taking a deep breath, he unlocked the door and stepped inside, bracing himself for the inevitable confrontation. Andrea was sitting on the bed, glaring at him the moment he entered. "What do you want now, Logan? Come to throw your weight around some more?" Logan closed the door, his expression hard. "I came to talk." "Talk?" Andrea scoffed, standing up. "You don’t talk. You give orders and expect everyone to fall in line. Well, guess what? I’m not part of your pack." Logan’s eyes darkened. "You don’t understand the danger you put yourself in. You can’t just leave the pack grounds without permission." "Permission?" Andrea’s voice rose. "I’m not your child, Logan. You kidnapped me, remember? You don’t get to dictate my lif

Andrea stood in front of the mirror, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread. The room was bustling with activity. Makeup artists, hair stylists, and designers flitted around her, each focused on their task. Rose stood beside her, a reassuring presence amidst the chaos."Hold still," one of the makeup artists said, applying the final touches to Andrea's face. "Almost done."Andrea tried to calm her racing thoughts. Today was the day she would officially be appointed as Luna, a role she had never asked for and certainly never imagined for herself. She caught Rose’s reflection in the mirror and offered a weak smile.Rose grinned back. "You look amazing, Andrea. Absolutely stunning."Andrea glanced down at the intricate dress she wore. It was a deep emerald green that complemented her eyes, the fabric flowing like liquid silk. The bodice was fitted, adorned with delicate beadwork that shimmered in the light. Her hair had been styled into loose waves, cascading down her ba

As Andrea followed Logan through the quiet corridors towards his house, her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She had barely processed the announcement that she would be moving from her bedroom to his bedroom, let alone the fact that all her belongings had already been relocated without her consent. Her exhaustion from the day's events weighed heavily on her, leaving little room for protest or questions.Logan's strides were purposeful, his jaw set in a firm line that betrayed none of the inner turmoil she suspected lay beneath. Andrea stole glances at him, trying to decipher his unreadable expression, but his focus remained forward, determined and unwavering.They walked towards his room Andrea realised that she had never been in this part of the house and couldn't help but marvel at the difference compared to the other part of the house, it looked vacant that no one actually lives this side no person in site, as they walked down a corridor lined with portraits of past al