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 saw his shoulders deflate and he knelt in front of me. He pried the loofah out of my clenched fingers and the moment I lost their comfort I started to cry.


　　I hate how I’m crying over every single thing.


　　“Please don’t cry,” he whispered.


　　“I can’t, baby you know I can’t.”


　　A scream clawed out of my throat and he placed his forehead on my stomach in defeat.


　　“Don’t do this to me Logan please,” I resorted to begging, “I need to get if off.”


　　“I just want to be clean.” I pleaded with him, “Please don’t do this to me.”


　　He squeezed the corner of my stomach for a second and lifted his head. When he opened his eyes a certain redness was seeping into the rims- he’s crying. Why is he crying?


　　“There’s nothing on you,” his voice was so soft, “You’re clean, you’re perfectly clean.”


　　I shook my head, “It’s all over me.”


CHAPTER 92