Logan had crept into her room since morning, and staying there felt good for him, strangely.
       The day was drawing down and letting the shades of the evening take over, and it was a perfect time to show himself, instead of leaving when she came back. 
      Camila opened the door and went inside without clicking on the light switch which was situated right beside the door, and it would be a lie to say that she didn't feel something until Logan whisked behind her.
She was immediately overtaken with a feeling of fear and veneration like she was swept off of her feet by a strong wave of water and dashed into the sea to drown.
        "Lo-logan?" She knew at once that it was Logan; he wasn't surprised, the feeling had to be mutual. "Is that a gun?" She gulped. Seemed like she was never going to be free of Logan Creed. 
       «why wasn't he dead? What happened?» questions only he could answer ran helter-skelter through her mind, and just as if Logan was reading her mind, he replied. 
       "Miss me? I don't like the surprise and mighty entrance like Bulk, b—"
       "Who is Bulk?" She asked
      "Oh, someone. And I hope you never get to meet him." Logan said with a smile caressing her hair, which got Camila uncomfortable.
       "Wh-at are you doing?" 
       "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, yet…" he sniffed her hair and brushed his lip around her neck. Camila winced, without knowing it, Logan was already getting her aroused.
He had an undeniable strong and sexy aura and Camila couldn't get enough of it, but how could she submit herself to the man she so much hated? What was the man up to? 
      "What are you doing to me, Logan?" She said in a low tone as Logan continued his adventure around her body, letting his hands foam around her body and rest on her waist especially.
Their breathing proliferated, especially Camila who was slowly losing herself to Logan. 
      "I can tell that you are sweet" he whispered into her ear with a soft nibble on it, and his voice sent waves of chill in her body which did nothing else other than arousing and getting her wet; Logan had succeeded in bringing her to her knees, and she had drifted into him without even knowing it.
She felt like a void that had remained empty for so long was being filled up, and she threw her value away— the satisfaction that no man would ever dominate her, but Logan Creed was proving her otherwise in many ways than one. 
      He continued smooching on her body while she took his large hands down her abdomen, and in that instant, turned to meet Logan's lip close to hers.
She exhaled a warm breath and asked the same question again, looking into Logan's charming and now tasty eyes. "What are you doing to me?" She asked in a bedroom voice. 
      Logan felt drawn to her and lowered his head so that his lips would meet hers. But why would he? Camila wasn't fond of him, he wanted to resist but then what?
Was there even any point in resisting? The background noises had magically muffled out and only the beating of their hearts remained, yearning for the kiss of a lifetime.
A cool lovely breeze hauled through the window, letting the curtains float in mid-air with a parting that revealed the beautiful and enchanting layout of the city of Las Vegas which was reflected with the colourful background, and tints of rainbow colours emitting from the background lushed on their faces and painted the walls of the room with patterns of many colours. 
      Logan gulped as the sudden rush of sexual excitement swept through him— he desired Camila now, and that was all that rung in his mind, her face, her smell, and her body were painted and engraved into his heart. He wanted her, and yet, it felt like he couldn't have her. 
     "I will have you, now and forever" his voice echoed in her ears and their eyes never blinked nor parted from each other. Logan couldn't believe that he actually said that because he felt it— he never had.
He wasn't just a mutated Alpha King who couldn't shift into a real wolf, unlike every other Alpha, he hadn't any prescribed Luna and couldn't feel the need for one, was this curse getting broken or was there something else about this human whose eyes loomed with danger, detest, rage, and lust? 
      "I can't wait…" she said and closed her eyes. Logan brought her closer to him and she wrapped her arms around his waist while his warm lips rested on her cold lips.
He backed off immediately, his heartbeat rate increased strangely and it felt like it was shrinking with a feeling of being struck by an electric bolt to his body. The tingling sensation was strange and a bit threatening. But Camila was calm. 
      "Why are you cold?" He asked, while still holding her. 
      "I'm always cold…" she opened her eyes. "But not this way, why am I this way?" She had asked a question that Logan couldn't even answer when he had his own questions to ask, so it only lurked in the air, while they gave the connection another chance. 
     Camila shut her eyes again and freed herself to Logan Creed. He tweaked his werewolf side and his eyes changed to golden ring-like glowing eyes, stronger and edgy, which only meant that his wolf was trying to protect him.
His heart raced. From what? His wolf? He would be damned if the feeling was real because he had never had a sign or any form of connection with his wolf— it was a mere fantasy for him.
He pushed himself regardless, but the door opened and the light switch was clicked on. 
      "Camila?" She gasped. Her eyes widened and her lips refused to shut. 
     Camila disengaged from Logan, gulped and wondered what just happened. How could she explain that to Mandy? Mandy's puppy eyes became apparent and tears roamed around it, but she felt angry and looked at Logan gravely like she would tear him apart if given the chance. 
     "Mandy is not what you think, I—" before she could say sorry, Mandy badged away. Camila ran after her.