*Poppy*My heart pounded in my chest, not because of his words but because of how he said them. It felt almost like he screamed his frustration out at me for not noticing his feelings towards me, but I was not his mate. Iris sat quietly, not commenting or joking about rushing to console the frustrated little lycan prince. She understood him better than anyone. Despite his flaws, Ezra was her everything, and not even his flaws were able to stop her from loving him. She would choose him every time over someone better."Mommy. Why is Logan angry?" Gemma asked, a little scared.I rushed to her and hugged her immediately. I knew she was sensitive to similar situations, as if my fear of being disposed of by Seamus had been projected onto her and instilled in her a fear of angry alphas. I kissed her head before smiling at her."Honey, you know Logan would neve

*Logan*When I entered the training field, I had a clearly defined goal. Still, after just a few seconds spent surrounded by this most beautiful smell, tantalizing my senses, I had to double my effort not to throw myself at her and tear off her tight training outfit, emphasizing her tempting curves.Gunnar was no better; if it weren't for the fact that I was the dominant part, he would have long ago assumed his intimidating Lycan form and forced the shift on Poppy and would have copulated day and night with Iris, marking her as ours in more than one way.But today, something changed. Not only the time of our training, which I may have forced Poppy too coldly and rudely, but her attitude, definitely her attitude towards me and, to my surprise, her training outfit. I stopped beside the sparring ring, set down my towel and water bottle, and watched my mate hit the heavy training dummy in the middle.Her focus was absolute, and her strokes were precise and calculated, precisely as I had t

*Poppy*I had a dream last night that started with me running through a field of wildflowers, the sun shining, and the wind in my hair. I was chasing after love, and it felt exhilarating like I was on the brink of something unique. But as I ran, the scenery around me began to change. The once vibrant field turned into a desolate wasteland, the sun disappeared behind dark clouds, and the wind turned into a bitter, cold gale.Suddenly, I was alone in this barren landscape, with no one in sight. The love I had been chasing after had vanished, leaving me stranded in a lonely, loveless world. The feeling of loneliness and heartache was overwhelming, and I felt like I was drowning in an ocean of despair.In my dream, I realized that sometimes, the pursuit of love can lead to a nightmare of loneliness. It was a haunting reminder that love is not always guaranteed, and the fear of ending alone can turn a beautiful dream into a chilling nightmare. It was a jarring and sobering experience that

*Poppy*I looked out the window and watched the beautiful autumn slowly ending, preparing for the incoming winter. My favorite red, brown, and gold leaves had already begun to fall to the ground, leaving the branches bare and slightly off-putting. The sky had already started to turn dark blue, and in less than an hour, it would undoubtedly turn into a completely black surface covered with a trillion stars."You've been so quiet since Gemma fell asleep. I hope you don't mind me asking you to change your seat." Logan chatted, keeping his eyes on the empty road shrouded in blowing leaves, distracting me from what was undoubtedly my escape from my nervous situation."No. Not. I'm just deep in thought; I didn't think that the closer I get to the goal, I'll have more and more problems, doubts, and fears." I answered honestly, although that wasn't really on my mind then."You'll see; everything will work out, and you'll win." Logan placed a warm hand on my thigh, and I cringed."Just forty-f

*Logan*I sat in the armchair and stared at Gemma sleeping, dressed in her favorite purple flannel pajamas, holding the silver and gray wolf mascot I had given her the first month she came to live in our kingdom. Her sweet face melted into a quizzical smile as I told her about my meeting with Trevor tomorrow. Her excitement could be considered a sign of an early bond between two werewolves, but Gunnar explained that it was more of a need for a loved one going through a similar experience.I took another sip of the beer Albert had kindly stocked Poppy's little fridge with and watched Gemma's steady breathing, wrapped in a warm blanket and lying comfortably on the sofa in the living room. My thoughts revolved around that one incredible moment less than an hour ago on the side of the road. My body boiled again at the memory, and my penis stood at attention almost immediately."Holy shit," I sighed and stood up, getting as far away from Gemma as possible.I stood at the kitchen sink and l