Warmth pools in my core, slick spilling out of me, my cunt beginning to ache again.
Alpha!
Dirty blonde hair, kind brown eyes…
“He’s waiting on you. Waiting for permission to see you.”
There’s no sounds from behind the door. The entire time I’ve been awake, the cabin has been eerily quiet.
Yet his scent is still there, strong as ever, tantalizing and welcoming.
“I think…I think I need to see him. Alone.”
I’ve been knotted by my two scent matches, but one is still missing.
He doesn’t need to wait any longer.
He may not know it just yet, but he has me.
Just as much as he’s my scent match, I’m his too.
Logan hasme,and it’s time he knows it.
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LOGAN
Everythingin the kitchen pantry is organized.
Clean nesting blankets are warming up in the dryer, waiting for my scent match.
She’s in Heat.
Maeve is in Heat, and she’s myscent match.
My inner Alpha, which I’ve been able to keep at bay for years—for fuckingyears—has made his presence known since I’ve met Maeve.
It’s an impulsive, primal, uncomfortable feeling that I’ve tried my best to manage.
But then she licked me in the car.
She…licked…me.
Sitting outside in the freezing air didn’t help as much as I hoped it would.
Her scent still haunts me, still fills this tiny cabin as if to mock me.
I’ve heard her with both Ivan and Fang now, and I’m stuck out here, desperate to find anything to do.
Thankfully, the cabin that Fang rented happened to have enough food to get us by until a grocery delivery can arrive.
I’ve prepared three different soups, made iced tea, and have other drinks on hand.
Technically, Iknowwhat to do for a Heat.
Maeve needs a nest, food, water, and comfort.
She needs to be cherished, pampered, and soothed.
