Chapter 267 A Lonely Place

Logan

The chilly wind that night was relentless, and as I stepped out of the car, I felt a pang of emptiness as I looked up at my dark mansion. The ever-present guards flanked my home, silent statues in their tailored suits.

Their stillness was deceiving, because beneath the calm exterior, they were ready to leap into. action at any moment. All it would take was one order from me. The fight that ensued earlier when they stupidly kidnapped Ella was proof of that.

However, even with their presence, I couldn’t help but feel isolated. My home was a testament to my tastes: large, opulent, and overlooking the vast expanse of the sea. But tonight, it felt different.

The house that had been a silent refuge now. echoed the solitude of my thoughts. Why was it that just a short meeting with Ella made everything seem so… incomplete?

As I walked through the spacious rooms, I noted the intentional lack of decor. A deliberate choice. The walls held memories, some that I preferred to forget. To fill them with decorations would be to acknowledge those very memories that I was trying to bury.

mire of my thoughts, my phone rang, its shrill tone shattering the stillness.

voice dripping with that familiar arrogance, “I’m hosting a little soirée to introduce everyone to

a hint of sarcasm in my voice. “How could I forget? With her

almost picture him, his face contorted in that infuriating smile. I always hated it. I hated most things

thrilled,” he said after a moment of hesitation. “Her family will be beneficial for our

of this life that had stolen my childhood, torn apart my family. Every day, I dreamt of the day the

nasally voice breaking through my reverie. Then he chuckled, that maddening laugh that always set me on edge. “Although, it might

brief, “Goodnight, Harry,”

a year, but you would have thought that he had decades on me by the way that he looked down on me. He was always our dad’s favorite,

you needed someone to run the family business while dad was away on vacation, Harry was the type to do it perfectly. In fact, he would make more money

At least I had one hold over him: I was more handsome. Taller. Better with the ladies. He only ever had

almost entirely certain that this newest wife would disappear once she got a few luxury cars and a mansion out of

looks and money, I knew I could have any woman I wanted. But

My wolf stirred within, urging me to claim Ella, to bring her into my world. But that wasn’t fair to her. If she accepted my offer, I would try my best, but there were

filtering through my window cast a silvery glow on everything it touched. I had always dismissed tales of the Moon Goddess, but tonight, in my vulnerable state, I found myself

tossing and turning. Ella plagued my mind. Her fiery attitude, her round lips, her long honey-golden hair, her piercing gray eyes… God, how could I be sent the perfect mate, only for her to hate

repeatedly through my hair. But before I could sink deeper into my introspection, the familiar ringtone sounded again.

held an edge of determination. “I’ll be your

genuine happiness resonating in my voice. She was silent for a moment. I pictured her on the other end of the phone, her face beet red. She didn’t

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