Logan pov
She is a mystery.
Her silence is aggravating, and her words even more frustrating.
It's been so many days since I met her, yet she is still a stranger.
She doesn't talk, rarely opens up and everyday as I stare at her sleeping form.
I wonder when I will be able to break this shell of hers.
To kiss those lips to my heart's content and hold her peacefully in my arms.
Why does she hate me so much?
Is it because of her lover, the Rebel?
That bast***. I will kill him once I get my hands on him.
She had betrayed me.
The word does something inside me; the very thought of someone else touching her makes me wish to break this person's fingers and burn him alive.
Fuc* Vera. What are you doing to me?
The Alphas look at me, and I nod at them. Permitting them to attack my own mat
