Chapter 255 Chapter 3: A Bad Match Logan

Two days before that life-altering encounter with the peasant girl on the street, my assistant had dropped a file on my desk.

“Sir,” she started, clearing her throat. “I thought you might want to know that Edrick Morgan’s daughter, Ella, has relocated to the city. She’s working at a local law firm.”

A smirk tugged at my lips. “Thanks, Susan,” I said, taking the file with excitement burning in my fingers. Susan, my ever-loyal secretary-a young, pretty woman with a roundness to her body in all the right places, more eye candy for myself than anything, if I was being honest-smiled and walked out of the room.

I flipped open the file and grinned with satisfaction. If there was one thing that would put me ahead of my brother in the never-ending game of power and influence, it was Ella. My brother was always better than me, always quicker to accomplish major goals in life.

But he hadn’t married anyone of any importance yet, despite the fact that he had already been married and divorced three times. All of those women were good-for-nothing harlots, Betas and Omegas, dark marks on our family’s pride.

Ella Morgan, on the other hand, was an Alpha from one of the most affluent families in the country. Her father, Edrick, was the CEO of WereCorp. Marrying her would not only be at leg-up over my brother just because of the fact that she was an Alpha, but it would also give me an enormous socioeconomic advantage.

beloved adopted daughter of Moana, the Golden Wolf? It was a goldmine waiting to

as my lawyer, provide her with some easy wins for her career, boost her status, and

building on the dark street, I felt my control slipping.

mix of anger and longing. “A date, Logan. A simple date. But instead,

growled under my breath as

in her

was an enigma. She was drop-dead gorgeous, with icy gray eyes and a head of golden hair. A sharp jawline, slender shoulders, and long

when I found her fighting those Rogues. I would have been curious to sit there and see what would happen, but

for my men to stop.

might have driven past or,

like cherries, and her fingers tangled themselves in my hair, tugging gently, her body begging me for more. Fuck, I thought to myself, leaning my head back against the car seat. I could have at least slept with her before I

the weight of

our mate?” My wolf’s words were tinged with sadness, and

be like to meet

my mind- intoxicating, heady, and maddening. “She’s just a peasant,”

without blinking an eye,” my wolf snapped. “Did you see how she sneered at you

admit. Country girls like her typically jumped at such

hear her, Logan?” my wolf continued, pressing his point. “She said if she cared about money, she wouldn’t be here. She’s genuine, authentic. Not like the rest.

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