Logan’s POV
The sensational smell of slow cooked meat wafted into the living room as I took another swig from my beer. Alina had been out there for well over an hour preparing dinner and from the amount of cussing and banging that could be heard from the kitchen, I was expecting to order us a takeaway. But this smell had me optimistic!
If felt surreal, sitting in Darius’ living room watching TV with a beer as my fated mate, that I never thought I would meet, cooked me dinner. I could get used to this.
The thought entered my mind before I quickly dismissed it. It was becoming more and more challenging to think of rejecting Alina after she signed the Blood Oath. I wasn’t sure if I could live in this world without her, let alone if I wanted to.
“Dinner is served,” she popped her head aro
