Charlotte has always been the spare one. The second daughter, the invaluable one. She hasn't minded even though it hurts. It gives her the kind of freedom that her sister can only dream about. The freedom that has to be taken away when she is promised to the notorious Alpha Hunter.

She won't do that; not when she realizes she has a mate out there so she runs away. And where does she run? Straight into the arms of her mate?

Logan has never really put that much thought into having a mate. Now that he does he will do anything to keep her safe even if battling a crazed and much older Alpha who wants to keep his mate for himself.

In between the alphas

　　I had to physically push Logan away. He had given me an orgasm with his mouth and even as I thought that I would not be able to have another one, he set in and pushed me over the brink again.


　　As if that wasn't enough, he kept lapping at me, his eyes closed in bliss as if he had found his new favorite flavor.


　　He actually enjoyed it—was enjoying it. Going down on me, I mean. And he'd done it simply because he wanted to, because he wanted to make me feel good.


　　I didn't know what to make of that. Did men like him actually exist? Or had I conjured him up from my thoughts?


　　As I stared at his Greek-like body as he lifted himself off me, coming to his knees, at his smooth tan skin glistening in the low light from the TV, at his glossy black hair and his sculpture-worthy face, I believed he was. Maybe I had conjured him out of my thoughts, because it wasn't possible that a man like this was real and that he was mine.


CHAPTER 72