A line In The Sky
1157 Words
The words still echoed in Leah’s head long after Logan had walked away.
"Because you’re mine."
It made no sense. It shouldn’t mean anything.
But it did.
Leah could feel it twisting inside her, settling into a place she didn’t want to acknowledge.
She wasn’t his. She wasn’t anyone’s.
And yet…
Her pulse quickened at the thought.
No.
She couldn’t do this. She wouldn’t let herself fall into another trap where an Alpha thought he could control her.
Not again.
Leah forced herself to move, to push Logan’s words out of her mind as she focused on the only thing that mattered—survival.
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Later That Day – The Meeting Hall
Leah sat at the far end of the long wooden table, feeling the weight of too many eyes on her.
Logan had called a meeting with his top warriors and pack officials, and for some reason, he had included her.
She didn’t understand why. She was an outsider, an Omega, the lowest rank in a pack’s hierarchy. Yet here she was, seated among Alphas and Betas, forced to listen as they discussed security issues, rogue movements, and border patrols.
She kept her mouth shut, knowing her place, but she could feel the tension creeping up her spine.
Damon was here too, sitting directly across from her. His presence was like a stone in her shoe—uncomfortable, irritating, and impossible to ignore.
The meeting had been going on for nearly an hour when the topic shifted.
“The southern border remains the weakest point,” Ryker, Logan’s Beta, said. “If the rogues plan another attack, they’ll come through there.”
Logan nodded, his sharp silver eyes calculating. “We need a strategy to reinforce it.”
Damon leaned back in his chair. “Send the Omegas.”
The room fell silent.
Leah’s jaw tightened.
It was a common practice—use Omegas as bait or expendable labor, send them to the dangerous areas so the real warriors wouldn’t be wasted.
Logan didn’t even blink. “No.”
Damon arched a brow. “No?”
“I’m not sending them to die.” Logan’s tone was calm but final.
Damon chuckled. “You’re getting soft, Logan.”
Leah expected Logan to snap back, but he didn’t. Instead, he simply leaned forward, his gaze locked onto Damon’s.
“Say that again.”
The air in the room grew heavy.
Damon held Logan’s stare for a long moment before smirking. “Relax. I was joking.”
Leah knew better.
Logan exhaled sharply. “We’ll send trained warriors to the southern border. I want patrols doubled. If the rogues try anything, we need to be ready.”
There were murmurs of agreement around the table.
Leah was still watching Logan, studying the way he handled the situation. He wasn’t like the Alphas she had known before. There was a controlled brutality in him—ruthless, but not reckless.
He was dangerous, but not heartless.
And that was almost more terrifying.
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After the Meeting
Leah was the last to leave the hall. She had lingered longer than necessary, hoping to avoid any unnecessary conversations.
She should have known better.
The second she stepped outside, Damon was waiting for her.
“You’re really settling in, aren’t you?” he mused, leaning casually against the doorframe.
Leah didn’t stop walking. “Leave me alone.”
Damon easily fell into step beside her. “You used to be more polite.”
She laughed humorlessly. “Yeah, I also used to be weak.”
Damon smirked. “Is that what this is about? Proving you’re not?”
Leah clenched her jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.
“Careful, Leah,” Damon continued, his voice lowering. “You think Logan’s different, but he’s not. He’s still an Alpha. And Alphas always take what they want.”
Leah stopped walking.
She turned to face him, eyes blazing. “Then it’s a good thing I’m not something to be taken.”
For a moment, Damon just stared at her. Then he chuckled, shaking his head. “You really have changed.”
He stepped closer, his voice dropping. “But some things don’t change, Leah. And if you’re not careful, you’re going to get hurt.”
Leah held her ground, refusing to let him see even an ounce of fear.
“I’ll take my chances.”
Damon’s smirk didn’t fade, but there was something darker in his gaze.
“Suit yourself.”
And just like that, he walked away, leaving Leah standing there, her heart pounding far too fast.
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That Night – Logan’s Office
Leah had barely made it back to her room before another knock came.
This time, she wasn’t surprised.
She opened the door to find Logan standing there, arms crossed, eyes unreadable.
“Come with me.”
Leah sighed. “Do I have a choice?”
Logan’s lips twitched slightly. “Not really.”
She followed him down the hallway, past the grand staircase, and into a large office. The room was lined with bookshelves, the scent of old paper and wood mixing with Logan’s scent—a mix of pine, smoke, and something uniquely him.
He gestured for her to sit, but Leah remained standing.
“What is this about?”
Logan leaned against his desk, studying her. “Damon spoke to you after the meeting.”
It wasn’t a question.
Leah exhaled. “And?”
Logan’s jaw tightened. “What did he say?”
Leah crossed her arms. “Why do you care?”
Silence stretched between them.
Logan finally spoke, his voice lower, rougher.
“Because I know what kind of person Damon is. And I don’t want him anywhere near you.”
Something in his tone sent a shiver down Leah’s spine.
She forced a laugh. “What, are you my personal bodyguard now?”
Logan’s eyes darkened. “If I have to be.”
Leah’s heart skipped a beat.
She shook her head, stepping back. “I don’t need protection, Logan.”
His gaze locked onto hers. “You might not want it, but you have it.”
Something deep inside her twisted at his words.
She hated how easily he got under her skin.
“I can handle Damon,” she said, voice steady.
Logan exhaled, studying her for a long moment. Then, finally, he nodded.
“Fine.”
Leah wasn’t sure what she had been expecting.
But as she turned to leave, Logan’s voice stopped her.
“But if he ever touches you, I’ll kill him.”
Leah’s breath caught.
She turned, but Logan was already looking down at some paperwork, dismissing her as if he hadn’t just shattered her composure.
She swallowed hard, then left without another word.
But as she walked back to her room, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted.
That a line had been drawn.
And that she had no idea what it meant.
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