Chapter 2

I was having a decent day at work until the customers started making indecent proposals.

With my meek disposition, I might have acquiesced, but my boss swooped in to save me from the worst of their advances. I found myself serving two rowdy men, who seemed to delight in making a ruckus. One of them suddenly grabbed my butt, causing me to let out a small, fearful squeak.

My apprehension only heightened when I realized my boss was nowhere to be seen.

"We haven't even gotten started yet, darling. Let's take this somewhere more private," the man said with a leer.

"No, please!" I pleaded, but the two men ignored my protests, grabbing me and lifting me from my seat.

"Shut..." I started to say but was interrupted by a new voice.

"I believe she's made herself clear," the stranger said, his deep voice carrying a hint of menace.

He was tall and muscular, his smile a predatory grin that hinted at danger.

"You've just made a big mistake, bro," one of the men holding me sneered, dropping me to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

The handsome stranger's eyes glittered with icy rage, but his voice remained calm and cool.

"You'll regret that," he said, his words laced with menace.

The other men snarled, drawing knives from their pockets and pointing them at the newcomer.

"Stay out of this, Sport, or you'll regret it," one of them warned.

"And what if I don't?" the young man smirked, his confidence only seeming to enrage the others further.

Without warning, the men charged at him, the first one lunging with his knife.

But the other guy was quicker, ducking and weaving with surprising speed and agility, avoiding the strike.

In one fluid motion, he countered with a devastating punch to the attacker's stomach, sending the man flying out of the restaurant like a human cannonball.

I blinked, barely comprehending what I had just witnessed. The second man stared at him, fear evident in his eyes. Without hesitation, he ran out of the restaurant.

The man helped me to my feet, his demeanor shifting from battle-ready to kind and warm.

"Sorry I told them to drop you," he said, an apologetic look on his face.

"That was a bit foolish of me."

"It's okay, I'm fine," I assured him, smiling faintly in gratitude.

He studied me with a strange intensity, almost as if he were cataloging my features.

Then he inhaled deeply, muttering something that sounded like "Wolf" under his breath.

I noticed a glint of yellow in his eyes but it disappeared almost immediately and returned to normal.

"Oh, where are my manners? I'm Logan. What's your name?" He said

"I'm Amelia," I replied, mustering a smile despite the unsettling events of the last few minutes.

"Can I call you Amy?" he asked, and the way he said it was so reminiscent of Reagan, the only one who used that nickname for me, my smile broadened.

"If you want," I said, wondering if he had something else to say to me.

"How much are you being paid here?" he asked, and I told him.

"I'm going to take you somewhere where you'll have a better life," he declared. "You're never going to have to worry about money again."

"Now?" I asked, incredulous. It wasn't every day someone offered to turn my financial life around overnight.

"Yes, now," he confirmed, his grin broad and mischievous. "Where?" I asked

"That's a surprise," he added, his gray eyes sparkling with mystery

As we rounded a corner, I was greeted by a sight that left me speechless.

A breathtaking city stretched out before me, gleaming with golden architecture and filled with bustling people. But it was in the distance, near a dense forest, where I saw the impossible—people transforming into wolves right before my eyes.

Realization dawned on me like a bucket of ice-cold water, and I turned to Logan, who simply shook his head in confirmation.

"No," he said, his voice a low growl. "I'm not human.

"I'm a werewolf, and this is a hidden city for werewolves," he revealed, his smile turning playful.

"But why bring me here, Logan?" I pressed, eager to understand his motives.

His expression sobered, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that left me breathless.

"I want you to be my mate, Amy," he said, his voice a low, urgent plea. "I fell for you the moment I saw you. Please, say yes."

"Yes," I replied, my heart beating faster as Logan's smile broadened.

He led me towards a towering structure that bore a striking resemblance to the White House, and as we passed, the werewolf guards snapped to attention, their eyes trained on Logan.

It was then that it dawned on me.

Logan was no ordinary werewolf.

He must have held some important rank among his kind. And then, a voice echoed through the halls, its tone filled with awe and respect.

"Frost!" Logan called out, his voice warm with affection as he greeted the young werewolf boy who approached with a grin.

"Hi, Uncle Logan!" Frost exclaimed, brandishing a drawing in his hands.

"I made you a picture!"

Logan smiled, his love for the boy evident in his expression.

"I can't wait to see it, Frost, but why don't you show me tomorrow? You've got to get to bed soon," he said.

"Okay, uncle"

I noticed Logan's sleepy eyes but it seemed he was scared that I'd run away if he fell asleep.

"According to our customs," Logan began, "it's traditional for me to introduce new members to the pack.

So tomorrow, I'll introduce you to the other werewolves."

I looked at him in disbelief.

"But I'm not a werewolf, Logan. I'm human," I said, my voice betraying the unease I felt.

"That's not true," he insisted. "You have a werewolf scent on you, Amy."

I stared at him, but my heart was racing, and not just because of the conversation.

At that moment, all I could think about was Logan's handsome face and the desire to be closer to him.

Without hesitation, I leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

Logan responded with passion, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss before gently pulling away.

Our moment of intimacy was interrupted by the sound of a door opening.