LoganAs the gentle hum of the evening pool party enveloped me, my eyes kept darting towards the entrance to the cabins, eagerly waiting for Ella. She had been gone for what felt like an eternity, leaving me with a strange concoction of excitement and nervousness.There was no denying that she was something special, even if our ‘relationship’ wasn’t what people believed it to be.“I think she’s softening toward you,” my wolf said. “I could feel it tonight.”“That means nothing,” I said. “She may be softening, just like they all do. But the fact of the matter is this: she’s out of my league, and from an entirely different world. We’d never last.”I felt my wolf growl inside of me, but it was true. As much as I was fascinated with Ella, we were just too different. She was a goodie-two-shoes, a princess from the light side. I grew up on the dark side, and no matter how badly I, too, wanted to end all of this Mafia business, I knew that it was unlikely to happen. You can’t teach an old do

EllaThe evening was unusually cool, and the air held the crispness of an impending storm. As I walked along the periphery of the yacht, the cool breeze gently teased my hair, whispering secrets of the sea into my ears.The yacht itself was magnificent, a true testament to wealth and extravagance. Every inch sparkled, reflecting the soft glow of the moonlight.Pulling my jacket tighter around me, I inhaled deeply, allowing the salty air to soothe my frazzled nerves. The party below deck had long since gone quiet, but the lavish bedroom I shared with Logan was no respite, either. I needed a break, some time alone to collect my thoughts.The sky was painted with the inky blue of dusk, and the horizon seemed to stretch endlessly before me. I walked to the edge of the yacht, leaning on the railing, and felt the coolness seep through the metal into my palms. Below, the ocean waves kissed the side of the boat, whispering its secrets to anyone who would be willing to listen.As I looked into

Ella“Yes, Logan,” I said with a heavy sigh, “it’s the same guy. The man from the park.”Logan's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing in contemplation. “This isn’t good, Ella.”Logan’s response left me somewhat taken aback. “What do you mean?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. “He helped me, maybe even saved my life, twice. Shouldn’t that be a good thing?”However, Logan was silent for a moment, shaking his head. I watched as he sank down onto the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands for a few moments.“What is it, Logan?” I asked, taking a tentative step forward.Logan finally looked up at me. When he did, his face was serious. “Ella… It’s one thing for a stranger to step in and help you once, but twice? Especially in these circumstances?”“So?” I asked. “I mean, sure, I’m also a bit wary of his connections here… but it does feel like it’s just a coincidence. And a beneficial one, at that. Surely not everyone at this party was part of the mafia—”“No, they’re not,” he said

EllaThe familiar scent of mahogany and fresh ink greeted me as I walked into the firm, but something felt different that day.It wasn’t a physical change in the surroundings, but a shift in the atmosphere—the type of shift that instantly lets you know you’ve become the topic of whispered conversations.Conversations halted mid-sentence, eyes diverted, and the atmosphere grew noticeably cooler. Jane from the legal research team was suddenly very interested in her coffee cup, while Peter from corporate had suddenly taken an intense interest in his shoe laces.My inner wolf, always keen and alert, sensed the discomfort instantly.“It’s because of Logan”, she growled softly in the back of my mind. “It’s because of him and your association with him.”I gave a forced smile to Diane, the receptionist, trying to brush off the internal chatter of my wolf and the external coldness of my colleagues. “Morning, Diane,” I greeted cheerfully, though I could feel the strain.“Ella,” she replied, her

EllaThe early morning mist hung low in the air as I approached the courthouse. Its grand stone steps and impressive facade were familiar to me now, having spent countless hours within its halls.However, today was different. Today, the weight of the impending trial pressed heavily upon me, making each step feel just a bit heavier.It had been a month since Logan told me about his second case. A month of hard work, of stone walls and questionable morals. No matter how much I tried to convince him to reconsider his stance on the case, he wouldn’t budge.And eventually, I gave up.Before I reached the grand entrance, a figure leaning against one of the building’s pillars caught my eye. Logan.Even from a distance, the tailored fit of his suit accentuated his stature, and I had to admit, he looked especially handsome. His posture was relaxed, hands buried deep in his pockets, but there was a tightness in the set of his shoulders, a hint of unease that I hadn’t seen before.Over the last