All Chapters of The Cruel Alpha's Unwanted Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

{~~Avery Sterling~~}After a few hours of working, I finally got up to get some water and head to the basement floor which the hospital was converting to our team base. Logan as a leader was something incredible to see. I was almost in love all over again. He was just too attractive with his glasses on and his stern expression. He just a fine career man.The first evaluation was incredible, Logan was the most motivating leader and we were all ready to find out what caused this thing, and the right cure. No one has ever found out where the bacteria comes from, we just know the process from the moment it gets on a plant or animal. The board of directors told logan before the evaluation that there was no way they could cancel, or postpone the fundraiser anymore because they had managed to get in contact with the billionaires who were set to attend the event, and they assured us they would give as much money as we needed if we still hosted the fundraiser tonight. Since they had already fl

/THE PAST- SIX YEARS AND NINE MONTHS PRIOR/{~~Avery Sterling~~}Sometimes, there's nothing you can change about the past. No matter how much you wish you could, it remains the same, etched in the annals of time. This year marks the end of an era for me. The end of high school, the end of a chapter filled with bittersweet memories, and the end of my last moments in this school. As I stand on the precipice of a new beginning, there is one more thing I feel like I have to do before I leave for college.College. The word feels like a promise and a breath of fresh air. It's an escape, a beacon of hope, a chance to start anew. I am going to college to be a Green 400 level nurse, to help others and to build a life far removed from the toxic environment of my terrible family. The thought of leaving them behind brings a surge of relief and a touch of apprehension. But most of all, it fills me with an overwhelming sense of freedom. No more being stuck in Ava’s shadow. No more pain and having t

{~~Logan Grey~~}My ideas sometimes lead me to a brand new discovery. Take today for example.When I woke up this morning, I was set on burning all of Ava's letters until I found one that Avery and I had missed. Well, I found four. I opened two of them because they looked older than the others, and they had my name and Ava's name on them. Young Avery had poured her soul out in this letter, but she never sent it, and her sister never gave it to me. Because why would she? Why would Ava do anything for anyone but herself. She likely felt like that letter could snap me out of it.That’s what Avery doesn’t get. Ava wouldn’t have hidden it unless it benefits her. Which means she thought that letter would snap me out of the fog, it would have put a crack into the lies she told me. I was so dumb.Goodness. I'd been so obsessed with her music- having no idea it was her, obsessed with Ava, that I didn't notice all that was happening around me. And now, as I'm sitting in the living room on the l

{~~Avery Sterling~~}I got up from my seat, stretching my bones that had been in one position for far too long. The tension in my back and neck released with a satisfying series of pops, and I let out a small sigh of relief. It was time for a break, and more importantly, it was time to make some lunch for Logan and me. The thought of preparing a meal together brought a smile to my face. There was something incredibly intimate and grounding about cooking with someone you care about. I’m like a queen of romance. I mean I do want him to fall in love with me. Hopelessly.As I headed to the kitchen, I was pleasantly surprised to hear the soft click of Logan closing his laptop. He rose from his seat and joined me, a playful glint in his eyes. It made me blush, feeling like my heart rate was about to spike up."Need any help?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe with a casual, yet inviting, demeanor. His bare muscular arms wrapped above his firm pecs."Absolutely," I replied with a grin,

{~~Logan Grey~~}The first testing was about to begin, and I felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. The lab, now a hive of activity, was a testament to the countless hours of preparation and planning that had brought us to this moment. Every piece of equipment, every test tube and microscope, was ready to be put to use in our quest to find a cure for Lycanthropic Decay Syndrome (LDS).Martin Miller, our patient, lay on the bed in the observation room, his body weak and his eyes half-closed. He was barely awake, but we were committed to keeping him as comfortable as possible, ensuring he was fed and hydrated throughout the process. The one-way glass allowed us to monitor him without causing any additional stress, giving us a clear view of his condition. After the rage, the violence, the victims of the LDS are left with pain, hollow feeling and wishes of death.I took a deep breath and glanced at Avery, who was by my side, her face set with determination. Together, we had put everyt