The Alpha's Claim 🌟
571 Words
Leah avoided Logan for the next few days.
Or at least, she tried to.
But avoiding the most powerful Alpha in the region wasn’t exactly easy. Logan’s presence lingered everywhere—his scent in the packhouse hallways, his name whispered in conversations, his gaze burning into her whenever their paths crossed.
She hated it.
And she hated that, deep down, a part of her didn’t.
She refused to think about what had happened that night at training. The way he moved. The way he looked at her like she was something more than just an unwanted Omega.
It didn’t mean anything.
She repeated that over and over.
But as she walked into the dining hall that morning, she felt the weight of his stare before she even saw him.
Logan sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable, his silver eyes locked onto her the second she entered. The room was filled with warriors and ranked wolves, but at that moment, it felt like there were only two people there.
Leah gritted her teeth and made her way to the farthest table. She wasn’t here to play his games. She was here to survive.
She barely took a bite of her food before a shadow fell over her.
Logan.
The entire room went still. Conversations hushed, eyes darting between them.
“I need to speak with you,” he said.
Leah didn’t look up. “I’m eating.”
Silence.
Then—
“Now.”
A muscle in her jaw twitched. Damn him.
She knew she couldn’t ignore him, not without drawing even more attention. With a sigh, she pushed her plate away and stood.
Logan led her out of the dining hall, down the hallway, and into his office.
The door shut behind them with a soft click.
Leah crossed her arms. “What do you want, Alpha?”
Logan studied her for a long moment before speaking.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
She scoffed. “You must be imagining things.”
He took a step forward.
She didn’t move.
“I don’t like being ignored, Leah.”
She forced herself to hold his gaze. “And I don’t like being ordered around.”
Something dark flickered in his expression. Not anger. Something deeper.
A slow smirk curled his lips. “Then we have a problem.”
She swallowed. “Maybe we do.”
Logan’s eyes searched hers, as if looking for something. Then, without warning, he reached out—
Leah tensed—
But he didn’t touch her.
Instead, he took hold of the pendant around her neck.
The one she had been found with as a baby.
The only clue to her past.
Logan ran his thumb over the pendant, his expression shifting slightly.
“Where did you get this?”
Leah’s breath caught.
Why does he care?
“I’ve always had it,” she said carefully.
Logan didn’t respond right away. He stared at the pendant for a moment longer, his thumb tracing the markings on it.
Then, just as quickly, he let go.
“This conversation isn’t over,” he said, his voice lower now, almost thoughtful.
Leah exhaled, stepping back. “It is for me.”
She turned and left before he could stop her.
But even as she walked away, her mind raced.
Why did Logan care about her pendant?
And why, for just a second, did he look like he recognized it?
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