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.”

Logan’s sake. “I’m

embarrassment coloring his cheeks. “Yes, like chihuahuas. I know how it sounds, but I have a good reason. I

but I managed to hide it well and mask it with concern. “You

sighed,

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

met mine. For a moment, there was something other than annoyance in his gaze. Vulnerability, maybe?

saying, as though the half-glass of wine

few moments, then sighed. “It actually tore up my face pretty good. I was playing out in the backyard and I guess it got off the leash. Came at me like a wild animal. Blood everywhere,

eye. I hadn’t noticed it before, but now that he had pointed it out, it was clear as day. A small, jagged line crossing through his eyebrow, causing the hair there to

those things are vicious,” Logan said, shuddering slightly. “I don’t mind big dogs quite so much. They’re closer to wolves, you know? But little

subtle, but the rough texture was distinct under my

hushed. The gap between us

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

neck and rush to my cheeks, I pulled my hand away before I could embarrass myself further. “Of course not,” I lied, fumbling with

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

was suddenly this awkward third party in our conversation. But the flush I felt was not from the wine; it was from the attention Logan

said softly, his fingers lightly touching the back of

wolf- whispering that I should get closer to him. The pull toward Logan

resisted, drawing my hand away, choosing to

seemingly lost in our thoughts. Then Logan broke

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