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The rogue Alpha’s little siren On tv
*Hadley* I'm sitting in the familiar, comforting living room of Logan’s house, the soft hum of the studio lights above creating a hushed unfamiliar atmosphere. The iconic TV host, Diane, is across from me, her presence both reassuring and daunting. I have agreed to do this interview on condition of it being shot here in our home, I did not want to fly to New York, mostly because I do not want to be that far away from Zayden, or leave him for that long. Jax and AJ are positioned just off-camera, something they both demanded, vigilant guardians in this vulnerable moment. Marshall is in the hospital with Logan. Blue is a warm, comforting weight against my side on the couch, his presence a silent support. Diane’s voice, gentle yet probing, breaks the momentary silence. “Hadley, the world has been holding its breath ever since the news broke about Logan. Can you share with us how he is now?” I draw in a deep breath, feeling the weight of the question. “Logan is still in a coma,” I b
The rogue Alpha’s little siren Through the dream mirror
*Logan* The forest begins to dissolve around me, the trees blurring into streaks of green and brown, the mist thinning into nothingness. Just ahead, another door materializes, as if conjured by my newfound understanding and resolve. It stands stark against the vanishing world, a beacon calling me forward. Without hesitation, I step through it. The contrast is immediate and disorienting. Gone are the comforting earthy smells of the forest, replaced by the acrid tang of smoke and damp concrete. The air is cooler here, almost cold, and it bites at my skin through my clothing. I'm standing in the middle of a dark city, its towering buildings like silent monoliths under a starless sky. The moon, a mere sliver, offers little light, casting elongated shadows that twist and move as if alive. I feel a presence, something searching for me, its intentions unclear but undeniably ominous. The city feels deserted, the silence oppressive, broken only by the distant echo of a siren or the scut
The rogue Alpha’s little siren Worried
*Hadley* I am back at the hospital, sitting in the dimly lit hospital room, the soft beeps and whirs of machines composing a symphony of dread. The sterile scent of antiseptics does little to mask the underlying odor of despair that seems to cling to the walls. Logan, lies motionless on the bed, his once vibrant face pale and drawn, a stark contrast to the fierce, unyielding spirit he possesses. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest is the only indication that life still clings to him, albeit by a thread. I reach out, my hand trembling as I brush a lock of hair from his forehead. His skin is cool under my touch, and I suppress a shiver. "Logan," I whisper, my voice breaking the oppressive silence. "Please, you have to fight this. You can't leave me alone." But he remains unresponsive, seemingly locked in a battle I cannot see, fighting demons in a realm I cannot reach. I had asked the nurse, because the last couple of days he has seemed to fade away i stead of getting better. But
The rogue Alpha’s little siren Not looking good
*Logan* The sand beneath my feet is cool, a stark contrast to the heat racing through my veins. It’s been an endless journey, moving through those dreams that felt more like trials, each one a step closer to... what? Healing? Or my ultimate downfall? The fields, the forests, the ghostly city… all of it seemed like a twisted path laid out by fate, or perhaps by my own fractured psyche. My wolf, my on and off companion in this inner world, has been silent lately. He warned me, urged me to face my demons, to heal not just the flesh but the soul. I thought I was making progress, even felt strength coursing back into me. But now, that strength wanes, leaving a weariness so profound it feels like chains around my limbs. And then, suddenly, there's Hadley. My beacon in the darkest night. Her presence on this desolate beach is a balm to my tattered heart. “Logan,” She calls, waving at me. “There you are my love. Come here.” The sight of her, the sound of her voice, it's everything. I r
The rogue Alpha’s little siren Fighting
*Hadley* The chaos unfolds with a speed that leaves my heart racing, the medical team's swift movements a blur around Logan's bed. I'm frozen, watching through a haze of fear as they work to stabilize him, the beeping of the machines escalating into a frenzy that mirrors the panic in my veins. LZ's grip on my shoulder is both a comfort and a reminder of the reality we're facing. "He has to be okay," I whisper, more a plea than a statement. The thought of losing Logan, of a world without his strength and love, is unbearable. But something suddenly hits me and beneath the layers of fear and desperation, anger starts to simmer…a fierce, burning rage against Ryan for orchestrating this nightmare. Once the immediate frenzy subsides and the doctors manage to stabilize Logan again, I pull LZ aside, away from the prying eyes and ears of the hospital staff. “What is it, Hadley?” He asks, clearly having read something on my face. "This is Ryan's doing, it has to be" I say, my voice low
The rogue Alpha’s little siren 1: Crashing
*Hadley* “When are we going to be there ?” I look out the window of the bus, but there is not much to see. We are in the middle of nowhere, somewhere outside Austin in Texas and it’s dark outside. There had been a big accident on the freeway and after being stuck for hours our driver suggested taking the back roads around the traffic jam to get us there. “Patience sweetie”. My manager Ryan says with a sleazy grin. “We will be at the hotel soon enough”. Suddenly I have no real desire to get there or to have to do what his eyes tell me will come. Okay you better get my story, just to understand everything clearly, so you know who I am and my life and such. My name is Hadley King, I know it sounds all fancy, unfortunately my early life was anything but that. I was abandoned as a baby, with no idea who my real parents are, found by the backdoor of a burger king in New York, that is how I got my last name, someone seemed to find it funny or cute. I grew up in foster homes, I gues
The rogue Alpha’s little siren 2: The help of wolves
*Logan* “What the fuck was that ?” There is a sound like a small explosion up on the road about a mile away. We are sitting around one of the fire pits out in the backyard, but Being a werewolf it’s no problem to hear the sound at this distance, especially not at night with only the sound of the flickering flames to muddle it. Jax turns his head towards the sound .. right then there is a new sound. “Sounds like something crashing ... an accident maybe”. “I think we better go check”. AJ says, getting up ... stretching like he expects to be able to see something. “Someone could be in trouble”. I nod. “Yeah ... you are right, let’s take the pickup”. We hurry out to the car, my dog Luna on my heels and I let him come too, sitting in my lap as Jax takes the wheel. It would have been faster to change to our wolf form, but then we would arrive naked and that tend to raise a lot of questions “It’s a bus”. AJ comment as we get closer. “Looks like ... a tour bus or something ... it’s in
The rogue Alpha’s little siren 3: Silver wolf
*Logan* “You think they are triplets ... or sisters ?” AJ mumbles in a low voice, nodding towards the three very similar girls walking a bit ahead of us chatting excitedly. I shake my head. “Nah ... they are just like fashion clones ... doppelgangers in matching puffy jackets”. I hear a chuckle from the other side of the road where Lee is trotting along.. he hasn’t said a word while we walked.. but he has been throwing a stick for Luna and scratched him behind the ear, so my dog is trotting happily along beside him, a stick in his mouth. “Not sure if I find them scary or weirdly attractive”. AJ sighs, looking after the girls. I chuckle and Lee lets out a snort ... I think it was an amused sound. Then I shake my head. “Whichever it is ... better stay away AJ, you’ll just get burned ... also they are what twenty-one … Twenty-two ... just nah”. “Hey, I am like almost ... half your age .. but yeah, okay, you are right ... as always”. He shrugs. “Not really my type ... types ... wh
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