Chapter 20

*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