Alpha Logan (#1 In The Alpha Series)

TWENTY-ONE✔️

Lily:

Today Logan said he'd take me somewhere. I have an idea, but I'm not one-hundred-percent sure that's what it is.

He's gone out with Sebastian and James to tend to some stuff. The secrets this man is keeping from me is ridiculous.

"What on earth are you wearing? It's like thirty degrees outside!" Grace shrieked as she saw my apparel. I was just wearing a gray t-shirt and some black shorts.

It was warm. Forty degrees is warm in New England.

"Your point?" I raise and eyebrow.

"My point is. . . It's freaking freezing out!" She sighed and ran her hands through her hair.

"Whatever, I think it's hot. Actually I am breaking a sweat just talking to you." She rolled her eyes and I took out a freeze pop from the freezer.

"You eat like you haven't eaten, ever." She grumbled.

"You try being pregnant with a future Alpha, they will have a bigger appetite than normal pups." She nods as I eat my pop.

Laura came running into the room with a smile on her face. It falls slightly when she sees me.

"Lily? Why aren't you with Logan?" I shrugged and ate the last bit of my pop.

"He's doing stuff with Sebastian and James." She groaned.

"I'll get him. Stay here." She ran out of the room and came back a few moments later.

"He'll be here in a moment." She smiled before walking away. Okay?

Sure enough Logan comes walking into the kitchen and grabs my hand.

"Where are we going?" I ask him.

"Home."

***

We pulled up to a medium sized home, about fifteen minutes from the pack house. It was gray with white shutters. A big dark gray door and beautiful flower bushes scattered around the lawn; along with some trees.

"Logan where are we?" I bite my lip. Curious as to why we're here.

"Cause we live here?" It sounded more like a question. My mouth dropped and I turned to face him.

"We what?"

"We live here, now close your mouth before you catch flies." He shuts my mouth and I scowl.

"You bought us a house?" I smiled, I am so over joyed.

"No, I built us a home." I smiled and hugged him, sealing it with a kiss.

"Let's go, I want to show you around." He lead the way to our future.

When we walked inside it was a mud room. Good sized too. Then you could walk into the vintage looking kitchen and bathroom. If you turned left from the mud room you would walk into the living room and dining area. We walked upstairs and the first door on the right was a office area. He is an Alpha. Then the room across from it was storage for now. Down the hall was our room and then our sons room. I couldn't care less about the rest of the house after I saw where our little male would be sleeping.

The room was painted a grayish blue with mountains and a full moon painted on it. His crib was white wood and his bed sheets had little wolves on it. There was a white dresser and changing table with all of his diapers and powders. He also had a closet that was filled with clothes that go up to a size 18 months. There was a black wood rocking chair with the same blue, grayish color cushions.

"Do you think he'll sleep good in here?" Logan asked from behind me. I jumped a little bit I nodded.

"It's perfect. I love it so much." I had tears in my eyes. My young male is very lucky.

"I'm glad you like it, I was worried you'd hate it." I gasped.

"I could never hate anything you do for me and our baby. Never." I kissed him and he smiled. Grabbing my hand he led me downstairs to the kitchen.

He made me sit on the counter and he walked to the fridge.

"Hungry?" He asked. I beamed.

"Always! Your son is a bottomless pit!" He put ice cream in a bowl and I reached for it before he pulled it back. I frowned.

"Logan, I'm hungry." I whined. He rolled his eyes.

"Let me feed you." I sigh, he puts some ice cream on the spoon and makes it like a airplane.

"Open wide!" He coos.

"I'm not a baby, Logan." He laughed and I joined in. Him taking that chance to shove the ice cream in my mouth.

"Gross! It's coffee flavor!" I gagged and leaned over towards the sink and I dry heaved.

"Jesus, you liked the coffee kind last week." Logan muttered taking my hair and pulling it back.

"I guess little man doesn't like it today." I gagged some more before feeling alright.

"No more of that." I waved the bowl off and hopped off the counter to see what was in the fridge.

The scents of all the things inside the fridge made me gag. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. The smell and looks of that causing me the puke more.

"I'm gunna call the pack doctor," Logan said frantically. I shook my head.

"N-No, I'm fine, just that stuff doesn't smell good at all." He tied my hair back and rubbed my back.

"I hate this." I groaned. The baby started wiggling around. Moving things where they should not be.

"I need to lie down." I said, he helped me up and helped me rinse my mouth, he walked me upstairs to our new room and tucked me in.

He came up behind me and spooned me. One hand on my belly and the other playing with my hair.

"I'm sorry, I should've bought better food." Logan kissed the back of my head and I sighed.

"Logan, it's just the baby. He'll get over it and will probably want all of those things next week. Hell, maybe even tomorrow."

"I hope so, you both need to eat." I just mumbled and soon I found myself sound asleep.