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.”

best to compose myself for Logan’s sake. “I’m sorry,” I finally

couldn’t mask the embarrassment coloring his cheeks. “Yes, like chihuahuas. I know how it sounds,

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

it sounds, Ella.” He sighed, his

the giggles that were still threatening to

other than annoyance in his gaze. Vulnerability, maybe? Was the mobster’s tough guy persona

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

out in the backyard and I guess it got

a scar above his 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

said, shuddering slightly. “I don’t mind big dogs quite so much. They’re closer to wolves,

to touch the small scar just above his eyebrow. It was subtle, but the rough texture was distinct under my fingertip. For a moment, our eyes locked, and I realized the intimate space that had

The cabin was hushed. The gap between

murmur, tinged with something husky and inviting,

my neck and rush to my cheeks, I pulled my hand away before I could embarrass myself further.

bit rosy, you know.” Logan smirked, catching my gaze for a fleeting moment.

face heat up even more. The wine 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 was

you know,” he said softly, his fingers lightly touching the back of my hand. “You can

stirred-my wolf- whispering that I should get closer to

choosing to take another

sat in a thick silence for a while, both of us seemingly lost in our thoughts. Then Logan broke the silence. “So, now that I’ve embarrassingly spilled my

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