All Chapters of Logan: Alpha Alliance Book I: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Logan-- I am both more and less nervous than I feel like I should be. More, because Emory and I are fated mates, and neither of us are fighting the pull of the stars anymore. Less, because this is the beginning of the rest of our lives. Emory and I are hopefully going to be together for at least a century and a half, much longer than her family will live, and yet they’re a huge consideration in how we work our way through this day.   I understand the accommodations for my human Luna. We’re having a “reception lunch” for Emory’s family in an effort to keep them from hanging around after the fated mate ceremony. I explained to Emory that the immediate consummation of our union is necessary but not why. It’s more like a biological imperative than a tradition, just like e

Emory-After breakfast, I’m immediately shuttled into a guest room with good lighting to get my hair and makeup done for the ceremony tonight. Bryan and Hunter weren’t fans of me wearing one of Logan’s button down shirts to breakfast, but it’s the easiest way to get ready without ruining everything by taking a shirt off over my head. The dress Mama and I found has a zipper, so I’ll step into it and pull it up from the bottom. I never thought, making my New Year’s resolutions, that I’d be getting married in just a few months. I guess I’m better at manifesting than I realized.  The getting ready room is almost… lonely. Just me, Mama, and the ladies helping me to get ready. I have Liza doing my hair and Hazel doing my makeup. I’m getting a weird vibe from Hazel, but Liza is super sweet. She

Logan--Terri makes it around to her youngest and rubs her back, half in affection and half to get her to simmer down. “They prefer to be called wolf shifters, honey. Mind your mouth.” Elliana shoots me an apologetic glance before she forgets about me again in her ardent perusal of Emory’s look. “Look at you– my little girl. I remember you the day you were born, with your hair like a campfire on top of your head. I never thought I’d see you…” Bill manfully clears his throat again and lets it drop. I catch myself getting choked up as well.  Nanette, not one to be forgotten, pipes in as well. “Absolutely perfect, Emory dear. You look just as beautiful as any Luna could.”  Emory blushes at all the att

Emory--Orson isn’t dressed in any particular way– slacks and a polo to mark the occasion as deserving more than his habitual jeans. Logan and I seem way overdressed next to him, but we’re also the leaders of this pack so maybe it’s fitting. I can see Mama already crying in my peripheral vision as Logan pulls me to the head of the clearing so we can take Dan and Erin’s place standing across from each other in front of Orson. So far, it’s very like any wedding ceremony I’ve seen. The biting is new, but really it’s not incredibly different from “You may now kiss the bride.” There was some light applause, and that wave of whatever it was that made everyone uncomfortable in their pants, but everything else seemed mostly normal. Dan and Erin have joined the rest of the crowd and are straining with the effort of keeping their hands off of each other.  

Logan--It’s no wonder Emory always passes out after we have sex. I’ve never experienced a full-body orgasm like that before– I feel like I just ran a marathon and then got high on the best drug on the market. I can still feel muscles in my legs twitching, and my knees wouldn’t be up to the task of standing right now even if my life was on the line. I feel a weird… stretching feeling from my wolf, like he’s pulling at the leash inside me. Usually, that means I need to fight the urge to shift, but that’s not what I’m feeling right now. It’s not until I hear Emory’s litany of quiet panic that I realize what happened. My wolf is on a walkabout in her head rather than mine. It takes a few slow seconds to look over at Emory so I can work out the best way to calm her down. He’s not a bad wolf, and she knows him well, already. When I finally work up the neck strength to turn my head, I realize that Emory’s mouth isn’t moving. Her face is blank– not quite serene, but a pretty good poker fac