The Storm Within
1042 Words
The training session had ended, but Leah’s mind was anything but settled.
She sat on the edge of her bed, still feeling the phantom weight of Logan’s words lingering in the air.
"I don’t like seeing what’s mine in the hands of another."
Her pulse quickened at the memory.
She shouldn’t feel anything about it. She didn’t belong to anyone. Especially not to an Alpha who probably saw her as nothing more than an inconvenience.
But then why did it affect her so much?
A knock on the door interrupted her spiraling thoughts.
She exhaled sharply before standing. “What?”
The door opened without hesitation.
Logan.
Of course.
He stood there, arms crossed over his chest, his silver eyes unreadable. He didn’t say anything right away, just scanned her as if assessing something.
Leah straightened, ignoring the way her stomach twisted under his gaze. “What do you want?”
“You’re reckless.” His voice was even, but there was an edge to it.
She huffed. “That’s rich coming from you.”
Logan didn’t react to the jab. He took a step into the room, shutting the door behind him. The space immediately felt smaller.
Leah tensed. “You can’t just—”
“You’re still too slow,” he cut in, stepping closer. “And your stance is off when you’re on defense. Damon almost had you twice.”
Her hands clenched into fists. “And yet, I didn’t lose.”
Logan’s gaze darkened slightly. “Not yet.”
The intensity in his voice made something in her chest tighten.
She hated how he had this effect on her.
Leah lifted her chin defiantly. “I can take care of myself.”
His silver eyes locked onto hers. “Then prove it.”
The challenge in his tone sent a shiver down her spine.
Then, before she could react, he moved.
In a flash, he was in front of her, his hand reaching toward her shoulder. She barely dodged in time, stepping back as he advanced again, forcing her into defense mode.
“What the hell—”
“React faster,” Logan ordered, striking again.
Leah barely managed to block it.
Her instincts kicked in, and she countered, aiming for his ribs. But Logan anticipated it, catching her wrist mid-air before twisting, forcing her to move with him.
She gritted her teeth. Damn him.
She shifted her weight, breaking free from his grip. Instead of retreating, she lunged forward, using his height against him. This time, she managed to land a hit—a quick elbow to his side.
A smirk tugged at Logan’s lips. “Better.”
She glared at him, breathless. “You could’ve just given me feedback like a normal person.”
Logan chuckled, but there was something dangerous in the sound. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Leah’s heart pounded in frustration—or maybe something else entirely.
They stood close, too close. She could feel the heat radiating from him, could see the way his jaw tensed as he studied her.
A war raged in his eyes.
And then, just as quickly as he had started the fight, he stepped back.
“Get some rest,” he said, voice back to its usual controlled tone.
Leah blinked, still catching up with everything that had just happened. “That’s it?”
“For now.”
With that, Logan turned and walked out, leaving her standing there—confused, frustrated, and undeniably drawn to the man she should want nothing to do with.
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The Next Morning
Leah was still sore from the impromptu training session when she made her way downstairs. The packhouse was alive with movement, warriors preparing for patrols, Omegas rushing to complete their tasks.
She grabbed a piece of bread from the kitchen, barely getting a bite in before she felt someone watching her.
She turned, locking eyes with Damon.
Her stomach twisted.
He was leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with an unreadable expression.
“Morning,” he greeted smoothly.
Leah swallowed down the bitterness rising in her throat. “What do you want?”
Damon smirked. “You wound me, Leah. Can’t I just say hello to my former mate?”
She clenched her jaw. “You lost the right to call me that.”
Damon didn’t flinch at the venom in her voice. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes glinting with something dangerous.
“Funny,” he mused. “I don’t remember you being this strong-willed before.”
Leah’s grip tightened around the bread in her hand. She hated that he had this hold on her past.
Damon stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I have to admit, though… seeing you fight yesterday? Impressive.”
Leah scoffed. “Should I be flattered?”
Damon smirked. “Maybe.”
Before she could snap back, another voice cut in.
“She’s not interested.”
Leah turned—Logan.
The air between them shifted.
Logan’s expression was unreadable, but his presence alone was enough to make Damon tense.
Damon’s smirk didn’t falter, but his eyes flicked between them, something calculating lurking beneath the surface.
Logan stepped forward, deliberately positioning himself between Leah and Damon. His silver eyes locked onto the other Alpha.
“Stay in your lane.”
Damon chuckled, but it lacked real amusement. “Protective, aren’t we?”
Logan didn’t respond. He didn’t need to.
The tension in the room was suffocating.
Finally, Damon held up his hands in mock surrender. “Relax, Alpha. I’m just catching up with an old friend.”
Leah had never wanted to punch someone more in her life.
Damon flashed one last smirk before turning and walking away, leaving an unspoken war lingering in the air.
Logan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before turning to Leah.
“Are you okay?”
Leah blinked at him. Was he actually asking her that?
She crossed her arms. “Why do you care?”
Logan’s jaw clenched. For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, finally, he muttered, “Because you’re mine.”
Leah’s breath caught.
He turned and walked away before she could respond.
But the words lingered, burned, and unraveled something inside her.
Mine.
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