#Chapter 114 Private Investigator

Third Person As soon as Emily and Logan exited the office, Delilah knew that something was up. Her instincts told her to follow them, to act casual as she slipped through the office and in their direction. She stopped for a few seconds to talk to Carla and the other employees of Logan's pack, making sure that she earns as many brownie points with them as possible before she disappears into the elevator. She presses the button to the parking garage and taps her foot against the elevator’s floor, impatience flooding throughout her body. Sure, it has been a long time since she has seen and interacted with Logan, but she cannot help but feel as if they are drawn to one another, destined to be married to each other. Logan belongs to her, not to Emily, whose wolf is dormant, unlike her own. Emily is clearly a downgrade compared to her, a shell of a woman who cannot give Logan exactly what he needs. And Delilah can give him exactly what he needs. She quickly crosses the parking garage