All Chapters of The Fallen Angel : Cold hearted Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Logan paced the dimly lit corridor outside Andrea's room, his mind a tempest of conflicting emotions. The encounter had left him shaken, his usual composure unraveling in the face of her understanding gaze and gentle touch. He clenched his fists, struggling to regain control.As he walked, the echoes of the pack settling into sleep surrounded him, a comforting reminder of his responsibilities. Yet, tonight, those responsibilities felt like chains binding him to a fate he couldn't escape.The commotion that had stirred him from his restless pacing originated from the far end of the hallway—a muffled argument between two men, their voices strained with urgency. Logan hesitated, torn between investigating and retreating to the solitude of his own thoughts.But duty called, and he moved towards the source of the disturbance. As he approached, the voices grew louder, snippets of conversation floating to him through the thick silence of the night."... should have told her...""...not his

Andrea sat by the window in her new room, staring out into the darkness. The events of the past few days had left her feeling more isolated and confused than ever. The Luna ceremony had changed everything, yet she felt as if she were living someone else's life, trapped in a role she didn't understand.She absentmindedly reached for the pendant around her neck, a simple blue stone set in a silver frame. It had belonged to her father, the only thing she had left of him. As she held it, the stone suddenly began to glow, a soft blue light emanating from it. Andrea's heart skipped a beat. This had happened before, when she first arrived at the pack, but she still had no explanation for it.A voice, soft and distant, whispered her name. "Andrea..."Her breath caught in her throat. She looked around the room, but there was no one there. The voice seemed to come from within the pendant itself. "Follow the light, Andrea. Find me..."The glowing intensified for a moment, then abruptly stopped.

Andrea stepped out of the shower, her skin still tingling from the hot water. She reached for her towel, only to realize she had left it in the bedroom. Cursing under her breath, she cracked open the bathroom door and peeked out, hoping the coast was clear.She took a deep breath and tiptoed out into the bedroom, droplets of water trailing down her back. She froze in her tracks when she saw Logan standing by the window, staring out into the night. His back was to her, and she hoped he hadn't heard her.Before she could make a silent retreat back to the bathroom, Logan turned around, his eyes widening at the sight of her. Andrea's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she stood there, stark naked and dripping wet.Logan's mouth opened, but no words came out. His eyes raked over her and she felt herself shiver, and she saw a flicker of something she couldn't quite place—surprise, confusion, maybe even lust?"Um... I... forgot my towel," Andrea stammered, awkwardly covering herself with her h

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

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