Alexa's POV... Selena was one of the most skilled warriors I've ever known, she was not only good, but she was strong and willed. Every move she made seemed to flow with her body and her mind, her soul was part of it all, and I loved her for it. She was a strong woman, and I admired her a lot. Little wonder that our minds clicked, and we were best friends. Selena was one of my favourite persons in the world, and I treasured every moment I got with her. I had missed her greatly these past months. She knew how to lift my spirits and what to say to cheer me up, she was an amazing person, and I loved her for that."She'll come around," Simon said. He was seated just right beside me on the bench. He was sweating and holding a can of water, as he'd just gotten off his training with Logan. While Logan went to meet with the elders in council, Simon remained, watching the men and women in the field as they trained.Most mornings, the fitness room w

Alexa's POV... The time you're least afraid is when the demons come to remind you why you should fear them. That was the case with me. I was back home with Logan. My child was healthy and happy, and my grandmother, whom I never really had the time to know as a child, was right here with me. I could have said I was comfortable, in fact, almost happy. Selena and I had reunited, and she was dotting on Alvin, playing her role of godmother perfectly, almost like she had some form of experience before. The baby was among the people that loved him the most, although Logan was getting really busy that he rarely had the time to be with us.It was right here, when I thought I should have been happy, content and satisfied with my family, that the demons resurfaced. The nightmares plagued my dreams and kept me up at night, enough that in the morning, I felt like I hadn't slept at all.  Kara. She was my demon, and although I

Alexa's POV...Sometimes, the price you have to pay for the ones you love could seem too much for you, especially because you may not be able to afford the hurt it will cause them if you do not pay that price.Ginny was very worried about me. Most nights, she would come into my room pretending to tuck Alvin in, but what she really wanted to do was check up on me. It was very evident that she was worried about me. It became so bothersome to the point that I regretted telling her about my nightmares and sleepless nights.Ginny felt like she owed me some form of duty. She knew and believed I was her responsibility, never mind that I was a full-grown woman with a child of my own. Without her having to say the words, I knew she regretted agreeing to come to the red lotus pack with Logan. Before I had arrived at the black orchid pack, my stay at this pack was very traumatizing, combined with the experience of my childhood with Danister. During my early we

Alexa's POV...I had no reason to be tense or in any way nervous, but I was. I could feel my palms sweating as I sat at the edge of the bed, looking around the room and waiting for Logan to return. At the same time, some part of me wished he did not get back soon enough so I could leave and convince myself that I had at least attempted to speak with him.Alvin was sound asleep in my room, and I had told Ginny to watch over him. She promised to reach me if the baby was awake or needed anything. I knew she wouldn't, she was looking for every opportunity to be with Alvin, and even if the baby cried, then she'd rather take care of him than look for me to do it. I appreciated her much more than words could express.It was afternoon, and I had taken a very light breakfast of bacon and shrimp in my room. The crowd in the dining was getting almost too much for me to handle, and I needed nothing more than privacy at the moment.The moment the door clicked op

Logan's POV...The night we shared made me remember our times in black orchid pack when she seemed to be all I could think about during the day and all I could do at night. It reminded me that Alexa was still mine, and all I had to do was love her a little more, spend more time with her and treat her like the baby she was.My father once told me that it did not matter how strong or resilient a woman was; she was still a baby and needed to be treated like one.That was very true about my Alexa. Outside, she was a full woman, strong, independent and had suffered a lot in her past, but she still held her head up high and lived life one day at a time. Inward, she was a tender flower that just needed trimming and caring to see her beauty. Alexa was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen, she had the most striking features one could find in a woman, and I loved every inch of her.Alexa slept that night after our passionate encounter and did not wake up until l