All Chapters of The Cruel Alpha's Unwanted Bride: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

{~~Avery Sterling~~}I think Logan has lost his mind. This is not the act of a sane man.Logan took my hand, pulling me gently toward the edge of the pier, the sound of the rain drumming steadily on the surface of the lake. It was almost hypnotic—the steady rhythm against the wooden planks beneath us, the way the water rippled and danced with each drop, all while the sky churned in shades of gray above. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, louder than the rain, louder than the wind rustling through the trees.“What are you up to, Logan?” I asked, squinting through the downpour, trying to read his expression. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and yet he was grinning, that boyish smile I fell in love with all those years ago. He didn't answer right away. Instead, he stopped when we reached the end of the pier, turning me to face the lake. The rain, the mist, the thick clouds hanging low above the water—it all made the scene almost surreal, like something out of a dream.“I was

{~~Avery Sterling~~}Teasing Logan is one of my favorite games. There’s a thrill in pushing him just far enough, in seeing how long it takes for his control to snap. I knew exactly what I was doing—bringing out the beast in him. The heat between us was palpable, and the look in his eyes sent shivers down my spine. He was watching me like a predator ready to pounce, like he was prepared to devour me at any second.The tension kept building as I slid my fingers past my lips, sucking on them slowly, deliberately, letting out a soft moan. His entire body tensed, and I saw the exact moment his restraint broke. In an instant, he moved—fast and powerful, flipping me over so that I was underneath him, pinned to the bed.I couldn’t help but giggle, my breath catching as his weight pressed me into the mattress. His eyes were dark, and hungry, and I could feel the heat of him all around me, overwhelming in the best way.“You’re driving me insane,” he growled, his voice thick with lust and frustr

{~~Avery Sterling~~}I started packing at ten in the morning, knowing my flight was scheduled for three pm in the afternoon. It was a tight window, but I’d grown used to working under pressure, especially when it came to travel. The familiar sight of my well-worn duffel bag greeted me from the closet, and I pulled it out, dumping it on the bed before I began shoving as many clothes as I could into it. My mind was scattered, thoughts bouncing between what I needed to pack and the fact that I was leaving. A slight knot formed in my stomach. I hated the thought of leaving Logan and Hope behind, even for just a few days. But this trip was necessary.As I zipped open another pocket to check for any last-minute items, Logan came in, cradling Hope in his arms. She was asleep, her little body curled up comfortably against his chest. The sight of them together always melted something inside me, and for a second, I just stopped packing and watched them. Logan’s gaze met mine, a soft smile tuggin

{~~Logan Grey~~}Two days without Avery isn't an eternity, but it sure feels like a long time. I’m surviving, or at least I think I am. Tonight, I’m having dinner at my parents' place, and the whole family is here to celebrate the newborns. Felix’s child, Marley, and my daughter, Hope. It feels good to be around everyone, even if my mind keeps drifting to Avery. The house is buzzing with laughter and chatter. The babies are in their playpen, tapping at toys, oblivious to the joyful chaos around them. My parents are practically glowing as they fawn over their grandkids, doting on every little coo and babbling like they’re treasures.I sit back in a rocking chair, watching the scene play out before me. My brothers are in the kitchen, joking around while they cook, and their wives are on the couch, chatting and laughing. And Ronan’s children are lying on the floor coloring something. It’s one of those moments that feels picture-perfect, like a scene out of some old family movie. Even Rya

{~~Logan Grey~~}Avery is coming home today. Avery is coming home today. I’ve been repeating that sentence in my head for the past 48 hours, counting down the seconds like a kid waiting for Christmas morning. The excitement, the anticipation—it’s all bubbling up inside me, and I can barely sit still. I glance at the clock on my phone for what feels like the hundredth time, knowing it hasn't moved much since the last time I looked but somehow hoping the hands of time have sped up. It's been far too long since I’ve seen her.The air in the terminal is thick with the usual airport chaos—people rushing by, announcements echoing through the speakers, kids whining in the background—but it all fades into the background noise. I’m laser-focused, my heart pounding in sync with the roaring engines of planes outside. She’s been gone for weeks, and though it wasn’t that long, it feels like an eternity. We’ve been working tirelessly on the cure—sleepless nights, constant research, trial and error.