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Call of the White wolf Twenty one
Aella had woken up in much worse spirits than Logan. She hadn't taken her bath or made any efforts to freshen up, and was instead pacing the room angrily and swearing under her breath.All the momentary passion that she had felt the night before had evaporated, leaving behind a sullen anger. It was as though it only took him to leave the room for a brief period of time before she could get angry again. Perhaps his very distracting body had made her lose focus throughout the night."How could he do this to me?! I'm his fucking mate!" She uttered angrily and balled her fists. She realised that her anger was reaching a dangerous level and paused for a moment to catch her breath. She closed her eyes and ran her hands through her hair, trying to control herself.She could feel the anger turning into panic as she opened her eyes and tears fell from her cheeks. She felt trapped and claustrophobic. She knew that the people that were looking for her would catch up to her in no time if she spen
Call of the White wolf Twenty two
Logan walked out of the strategy room after his meeting with Casper. His heart was alive with happiness and he couldn't wait to see his mate again. He found himself smiling at the memory of her sleeping so carelessly on his bed. He realised that he wanted to always see her on his bed, right by him.His mind wandered to the killings again and his smile was deflated a little. He realised that whenever he thought of Aella, the killings also came to mind. It was as though they were closely related, and he couldn't help the nagging feeling that his mate and the killings were somehow connected.His mind suddenly went to his father and he decided to pay the old man a visit. He hadn't seen him since the time he had attempted to get some advice on what to do about the killings. So instead of turning left to his own wing, he went right, pausing at the door that led to his father's room.He opened the door and stepped into the gloominess of the room, waving away the dust that fluttered up to his
Call of the White wolf twenty three
The sight that met Logan's eyes was appalling. His mouth hung open in shock as his eyes roamed the room. It was a total eyesore. It looked like a literal earthquake had happened in the room.The bed that Aella had been sleeping on had been scattered, its sheets, duvets, and pillows on the floor. His well-arranged bottles of hair spray, body spray, and lotion were all over the rug. The curtains had been pulled down and all the throw pillows on the couch had been going every cornerLogan looked around, his eyes taking in the messy sight. The breakfast that had been served to her had also been upturned on the rug. The room was nothing like what Logan had left before he went to the strategy room. And in the middle of it, all sat Aella on the couch, a book in her hand and a mischievous smile on her face."You!" He growled and moved forward in rage. She didn't move back in fright as he had expected but sat there and met his eyes squarely."What did you fucking do to my room?!" Logan yelled,
Call of the White wolf twenty four
Aella watched as her mate practically ran from the room and was mildly surprised at his reaction. She stood from the couch and walked over to the bed, sinking into it while thinking about everything that had just happened. He had almost flared up at her, she could sense it, but he had held himself back instead of doing what she had thought he would do. That was something she hadn't expected.She had seen the way his knuckles whitened and the way his face went blank with rage. She had wanted to make him pay for locking her up and so she had tried to coax a reaction from him. it had worked up to a point but then she had seen him control his anger. It was almost impressive with the way he had done it; Other men would have either tried to take advantage of her or hit her into submission. What she did not know was that it took him a colossal amount of self-control to pull that off.She sighed as she thought of how angry she had almost made him. He had much more self-control than she though
Call of the White wolf twenty five
Aella's dream that night was populated by nightmares. She tossed and turned on the bed as different confusing images invaded her dreams. The picture she had seen when cleaning up the room seemed to be the center of her nightmares, in particular the tattoo on Logan's mother's hand.It tugged at her memory like a forgotten heirloom, turning her sweet dreams into nightmares. She couldn't pinpoint why the tattoo was coming back over and over again to her, but it kept waking her up and ruining her sleepShe woke up suddenly to the cheerful chirping of birds and groaned tiredly. She turned and checked the time, realizing that it was still quite early in the morning. She hadn't had much sleep because of the nightmares and all she wanted was to go back to bed. But she knew the horn signaling the beginning of the day would soon be blown anyway, so it would be pointless to go back to sleep.She stretched fully, then stood up from bed, shuffling towards the bathroom. On her way, she glanced at t
Call of the White wolf twenty six
Meanwhile, Logan was in his father's room. He had just gotten off the phone with Louve his cousin who had confirmed that she would be visiting the pack that same day. He stood up from the bed and stretched, then looked over at his father who was knocked out on the couch. He had thought he would find the man awake but it seemed that every time he came, the man was either drunk or fast asleep. The room was in much better repair than the last time he had visited. He had told a few maids to clean up the place before he came in. The bottles of beer that had once littered the floor were gone. The curtains had been drawn and the windows opened, and the bed had been freshly laid. Logan had had a restless sleep as his wolf had cried out for his mate, and his father had been snoring on the couch. He really could not wait to see his cousin as he believed that she could restore normalcy to his life. The dramatic events with the rogue attacks and his new mate were taking a toll on him, and he rea
Call of the White wolf twenty seven
After Kylie left, Aella looked up to soak her face with the sun's rays again and her eyes moved to the glass windows that overlooked the front lawn from upstairs. She caught Logan leaving the gym and watched through the windows as he walked down the stairs and towards the training ground, where about two dozen young male wolves were training. She followed him closely to the training ground and watched as he joined the young wolves in training.Her heart ached for him as she realised they hadn't talked in so many hours. She badly wanted to walk across the training ground and engage him in some conversation, anything, just to hear his voice again. But she tried to convince herself that staying away from him for a while was good for her sanity. Whenever he was around her, she either found a reason to be angry or felt a hot burning desire for him.The desire was stronger than the anger these days though. He invaded her every waking moment and she found herself staring at his body more tim
Call of the White wolf twenty eight
Aella woke up suddenly and looked around. She was a little disoriented and groggy. She scratched her head as she couldn't remember much from last night, only that Logan had walked into the room.Fuck! She stood up abruptly and looked around. Logan had walked into the room, then he had done things to her body. Unholy things, she thought. She looked down at her body in fright. But her clothes were still on. If she remembered clearly, he had pulled off the shirt she was wearing before touching her. But she was still wearing the shirt.A sinking feeling came over her as she realised that everything she had experienced the night before had been a dream. Logan hadn't come into the room and finger fucked her. It had all been a figment of her imagination. Her body had craved for Logan's touch so much that it had imagined that he was right by her, pleasuring her.But it had felt so real! Her mind protested. She still felt a tingling sensation between her legs when she thought of Logan's finger
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