Chapter 358 Afraid of Dogs

Ella

I had to resist the urge to laugh as Logan’s face drained of color.

“Dogs,” he had said. The irony was not lost on me. Dogs? This man, who could shift into a wolf, was scared of dogs?

He shot me a sideways glance, as if he was sensing the disbelief radiating from my body. “I know what you’re thinking, Ella. But please don’t say it.”

“Say what?” I asked, pushing down the desire to smirk. It was mean of me, I knew that, but it was just so… unexpected.

Logan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose exasperatedly. “I know. How I can be a werewolf and still be terrified of dogs. But it’s different, okay?”

I cocked my head, genuinely intrigued. “Different how?”

Logan was silent for a few moments, clearly debating whether or not to say anything before he finally let out a deep breath and met my eyes. “It’s the little ones that I’m especially afraid of.”

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. A laugh burst out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop it, immediately causing Logan’s face to flush a bright red. But I couldn’t help myself anymore; this man, well over six feet tall, an Alpha, and the son of a mafia boss, was afraid of small dogs?

“Go ahead and laugh,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s funny to you, but not to me.”

my eyes, trying my best to compose myself for Logan’s sake. “I’m sorry,” I finally said. “But little dogs? How little are we

coloring his cheeks. “Yes, like chihuahuas. I know how

but I managed to hide it well and mask it with concern. “You were attacked by a

sounds, Ella.” He sighed, his

to smother the giggles that were still threatening to escape. “I’m sorry,” I finally said. “I

there was something other than annoyance in his gaze. Vulnerability, maybe? Was the mobster’s tough guy persona melting away, even

was it like, if you don’t mind me asking?” I found myself saying, as though the half-glass of wine

pretty good. I was playing out in the backyard and I guess it got off the leash. Came at

he had pointed it out, it was clear as day.

telling you, those things are vicious,” Logan said, shuddering slightly. “I don’t mind big dogs quite so much. They’re

was doing, my fingers had reached up to touch the small scar just above his eyebrow. It was subtle, but

partition was up. The cabin was hushed. The gap between us was mere

His voice was a low murmur, tinged with something husky and inviting, but

my hand away before I could embarrass myself further. “Of course not,” I lied, fumbling with the

rosy, you know.” Logan smirked, catching my gaze for a fleeting moment. “The wine must

even more. The wine was suddenly this awkward third party in our conversation. But the flush I felt was not from the wine;

his fingers lightly touching the back of my hand. “You can relax next to

stirred-my wolf- whispering that I should get closer

drawing my hand away, choosing to take

thoughts. Then Logan broke the silence. “So, now that I’ve embarrassingly spilled my greatest fear, what’s yours?

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