The Wrong Alpha - A Twist of Fate?

of my pillow, I felt so tired, but the persistent banging around downstairs, I assumed from my parents,

bed to make its way to my bedside ta

ach for my mobile phone, a morning ritual by now…….. a good morning boo text waiting for m

. My plan had been to get up early and be over at

h breakfast Lilah! And likely be overrun with visitors for his birthday and that's assuming Uncle Grayson hasn't

n to get to see Logan and start celebrating his special day with him I hea

ing my make up while sitting in my underwear at the dressing table in my bedroom, then threw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a white

much run from my room knowing I wanted to get to my Logan as fast I could. I got to the bottom the stairs in our house as fa

coffee, which for this time of day in the week seemed odd in itself, my Dad being

. As I walked past them I could sense them watching me, and let's just say the atmosphere in the room could be de

g was weird for my Mum and Dad as they were normally laughing and joking or hugging and kissing, which y

t wanting to get to see Logan and start enjoying his birthday with him. I walked across our brightly lit kit

ve some breakfast with us?”

d when I spoke to him meant I saw the loaded look he gave to my Mum, and it was a weird one, something is going on……..I sai

ames friends and family used for me “ I'm sure Logey can wait

just wanted to get on my way to see Logan, I was already way behind my planned schedule, I wanted to be there for when he shifted

ow most families do it as it's a special moment in our werewolf lives, but Logan had begged me to make sure I was there for the next time he would shift as h

gift from the kitchen worktop and walked out of the door before

ed to myself, knowing he'd either b

ke me a minute to check if he was home. I hopped over the small fence they had around the garden like I always did

reached the front door in no time at all and knocked hard on the door on the off chance that p

finitely getting wa

anyone is home, maybe

eans and dial the familiar number of my boyfriend and soon to be ma

answered for me, but I wasn't going to let it bother me, it was his birthday today, and a special birthday at that

a and always wanted to be in work early, not quite a trait Logan had inherited or appreciated just yet but certainly one Alpha Grayson enforced upo

o spend time there while Uncle Grayson went to work in his office. The Pack House unfortunately was a little further awa

trees in the gardens of some of the nearby houses. I was walking at a quicker pace, more a jog now, doing my best to get to Logan

can live there in the dorm style rooms, there is a full top floor which is for more senior wolves, and I know Logan plans to take the Alpha suite when he turns eighteen, there are kitchens, a large din

live in with my family, and settle there to bring up a family, so it isn’t unusual for mealtimes to be had at home with your own family; tho

pack offices – one for the Alpha, my Dad's (the Beta) and also the Gamma's office

ay, but the Pack House is the most welcoming place to walk into when you're a member of the pack, always the

always someone there to talk to…… I am almost at a run as I approach the large

used to exercise it was more likely because I knew the moment has almost arrived to see Logan and ha

r patrol for the day, he looks at me, normally he'd greet me with a friendly smile, but instead today he greets me with a qu

birthday, why you asking why I'm here, surely you know? Serious

nnoyance though, focusi

I explain, though feeling like I am r

thing with his eyes, shrug

rthday, give him a kiss and give him his gift….I've thought so long over what to get for him, wanting to

busier than usual for this time of day, though I guess that was to be expected with it being the

nstead of the friendly smiles I'm used to I was getting awkward smiles, people avoidin

ogan so I head to the main lounge area, knowing his favourite seat in there is the most likely place he'd be right

which is full of many of our pack members chatting and laughing, but as I do an eerie

at on his favourite chair, the big black recliner armchair, almost in the centre of the room – his favourite he once told me because of how comfy it was, but also because of how soft the red flu

is Anya Beckett, daughter of our Gamma. Logan's eyes are staring intently into hers, hers gazing back into hers as she giggles and traces her fin

g overtime, yet Logan doesn't even seem to have registered that I have walked into the room!! He is MY b