#Chapter 88: The Kiss

Ella “...Or do I need to prove myself?” Logan asked, his voice dropping to a husky tone. I stifled a laugh. “Prove yourself? How?” I asked. Logan sighed, his blue eyes flashing with something that I had only seen once or twice. “However you want,” he said. “I care about you, Ella. I don’t want to see you get taken advantage of by a strange man.” Logan’s insistence brushed against my senses like something abrasive. My rational mind sneered at his domineering tone, casting him in the role of an entitled Alpha. However, as I silently reminded myself, our dynamic wasn’t simple—and it never had been. Another part of me, the deeper, primal part, welcomed the possessiveness that he was exhibiting now. My wolf stirred, urging me to lean into him, to seek his protection and warmth. But I would not let that part of me take the lead. Not now. “Logan,” I said, attempting to instill some reason into the mounting tension, “You’re being utterly ridiculous.