Elena
I'm about to marry Logan, and as I stare down at my custom dressmaker, the reality of things is finally sinking in. My childhood crush, not to mention my best friend of the past, is about to become my husband, and he doesn't know my true identity—I'm such an asshole.
Gosh, should I go through with this wedding? Logan needs me to marry him so he can keep his company and money, but the idea of playing him and pretending to be a stranger is making my stomach roll in and out in anxiety. I'm a terrible person.
My mind is spinning in circles. And I swear my brain cells are puking in the corner of my mind, desperately trying to keep up with everything that is happening in my life right now. I'm happy to marry Logan, excited to share a bed with the gorgeous, always-smiling man, but also terrified of him finding out the truth and rejecting me yet again.
"You have a tiny waist—perfect for dresses," Monique, my dressmaker, beams up at me from the hewn of t
This book was to be terminated and deleted, but I think my editor forgot about it, and therefore, I will update it instead. At the moment, I'm caught up in moving places, but feel free to read, "Dear Enemy, You're My Mate" in the meantime. My first attempt at writing werewolf.
Logan We aren’t flying in first class. Elena refused to let me spoil her, and therefore, we are flying with other people. I hate every minute. A man hasn’t stopped to check out Elena’s legs from across our seat, and I’m the jealous type, so pretending to be happy is rather challenging when I want to hit him in the face. Eventually, I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him as if to tell him, “I know you’re salivating at the sight of my future wife,” and the fucker looks away. Perfect. I’ve won this round, but Elena is gorgeous, even if she doesn’t see it herself, so there will be other men trying to win her heart. But no one can have her because the woman is mine. I can’t wait until I’ve put an enormous diamond on Elena’s finger. I’ve had the biggest, most expensive one picked out, so no one can miss her wearing it. Call me obsessive; I don’t care, as long as she is mine. Everyone needs to know she is taken
ElenaLogan gazes at me with furrowed eyebrows. His soft eyes are locked on mine, and guilt eats me up alive. I should tell him who he is about to marry, but I'm so afraid.I've tricked him into this—he might have asked me to marry him, but he doesn't know my true identity. The right thing is to tell him before the wedding, so he knows.He can decide what he wants to do after I've told him the truth. Logan will probably marry me either way since he wishes to keep his company and money, but the two of us will fall apart.The emotions in his eyes will fade to grey.His voice will grow cold.And he won't love me anymore.Tears burn in the corner of my eyes, and when one falls, Logan takes it away with his finger. He is so gentle with me that I quip for air and fall against his chest, wishing I didn't have to tell him."Hey, hey—" he whispers soothingly and hugs me to him, running his large hand down my back. "What is t
Elena After I've shouted out my sentence, eerie silence and tension fill the atmosphere. Logan isn't speaking, and my chest painfully constricts—the fantasy I had about us getting our happily ever after crashes and shatters to pieces. But I can't run forever. Slowly, I open my eyes, daring to look up at Logan's face. I'm afraid of the emotions I might find there: disgust, loathing, maybe even hatred. Instead, I find Logan blinking at me. Seconds pass, and when his eyes narrow slightly, I get up from my seat. Panic is swirling inside of me, and the instinct to flee kicks in. I don't want to hear his thoughts, but he grabs my wrist as I try to pass his passenger seat, and his intense, blue eyes glare into mine. He looks angry, which is a given. I understand him for being mad at me, but I don't think I can handle it. His voice comes out as an order. "Sit." My heart squeezes at the coldness in his voice, and I sit back down on the
ElenaMy breaths are heavy, and I jerk on top of the bedsheets, lost to the sensation of Logan's lips kissing the insides of my thighs. I'm sweaty and close to seeing stars.I wish for Logan never to stop.But as if having read my thoughts, he stops pleasuring me and murmurs against my skin. "Tell me, has someone ever kissed you down here?"I'm panting. "Why does it matter?" Continue to kiss and lick me! Why is he talking right now? I swear he is the devil!"Because I'm possessive, Elena—I have to make sure you're mine and kiss every inch of your body until you're claimed," his tone turns darker, thicker. "I want to own you. You're mine. Only Mine."His words are hot and scary at the same time. He sounds so dark and severe, like he means every word.Does he?I have no time to ponder. Logan dips down his head, and insane pleasure wrecks my body.Holy shit...His head is between my legs, a large hand gripping
Logan My fingers are interlocked with Elena's as we walk to the limousine waiting for us by the curb. Jared, my driver and personal investigator is leaning against the car together with Harper. Harper is grinning at us knowingly, holding up a drink she must have mixed up herself inside the car. There is a tiny umbrella in it, and I'm pretty sure she is wearing my shades. She takes another sip and then waves at us. "Look at you! Mr. and Mrs. Williams are walking hand-in-hand! You finally got your shit together, eh? About fucking time!" Elena momentarily freezes, and when I glance down at her, she blushes and averts her gaze. Cute. I turn my attention to Harper. "I didn't see you on the plane. Where were you?" The crazy woman shrugs. "I have connections—I was enjoying a cocktail inside the cockpit. The captain was an old classmate of mine." "Oh, I see..." I swear Harper is the most confusing woman I've ever met. I'm glad
PrologueMy eyes snap up to Logan's white Audi halting in the parking lot. He is here! I anxiously rub my hand up and down the length of my arm in an attempt to get rid of my tension.I listen to the engine fall into a temporary slumber and feel the summer breeze blow past my naked legs.Standing here is a bad idea—every nerve, every goddamn brain cell, tells me to turn around and run back home. But I can't back down. I finally mustered up enough courage to call Logan, and tonight, I intend on telling him how I feel about him.Logan steps out of the car and looks around in confusion. I'm standing a few feet away with heels so high that I can barely stand. A black dress is hugging my skin, and I can see my eyelashes flutter in the wind; Logan probably won't recognize me.I'm lucky that I was born short and frail; it makes every dress fit me to a tee without the hems breaking. And after seeing my reflection, I must have to admit that I look rat
Elena JohnssonSeven Years LaterI have a deep secret. Seven years ago, my name used to be Ethan Archer, and I had a penis—I don't think anyone would believe me if I said that to their face on our first date. Because the guys I've met seem to believe that people who weren't born as women can't be gorgeous, and god forbid them to be attracted to us!After my operation, the men I dared to be honest with never accepted me or found me beautiful after finding out the truth. Instead, they looked at me as if I were an alien; therefore, I like to keep my past a secret.There is no judgment from anyone that way. People see a desirable girl with killer-heels, emeralds eyes, and blinding confidence, and that's the way I like it! They don't have to know that I'm insecure, scared that someone might look at me and see that I'm a fraud.I'm vulnerable with my secret, and that's why I'm so terrified of falling in love. I don't want to give my heart to anyone
I stare up into Logan's blue eyes—he looks so angelic, innocent, and all I want is to punch his handsome face and destroy him for future women. He ruined my self-confidence. I was deeply, madly in love with him in the past, and after confessing my love and condition, the bastard said I would never be a real woman. He is the pain, but he sure as hell isn't the goddamn cure! What is he doing here? Does he know who I am? Did he come here to laugh at me? Logan tilts his head after finding me glaring daggers into his annoyingly handsome face. God certainly gave this idiot everything, money, sexy veiny hands that look good with his watch and now he has even found true love. Why does God favor this man? Logan deserves to be beaten by a club and buried by a spade! The pain he caused me, its all washing up to the surface, making me see red. I hate him, and yet there is a tiny, little piece of my traitorous heart that still loves him. I'm pathet