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Logan picked up the box. He had the hardest time scenting Dean. Had from the first time that he’d met the mage. Logan had no clue why but figured it had something to do with Dean being a mage. Logan had never met another mage.

Holding the box to his chest, Logan made his way into his bedroom.

Every member of the family had a suite of their own. Well, the couples and throuples shared but having a space of their own was important. A few cottages were being added around the property as well in case anyone wanted to stay close but not live in the big house.

Gavin had already claimed the first completed cottage. Logan hadn’t quite decided if he would stay or move into one of the cottages offered as well. He loved living with his family, but it was getting harder being around all the mated couples. Logan was happy for his adopted family but that didn’t help him when he lay in his bed lonely and aching for his unfound mate.

Now that Levi had found Mason—oh! And Mason’s twin had Tristan—they might need one of the cottages, so Logan could continue to put off his decision.

Decisions sucked.

Logan hated it when he didn’t know what to do. He was also afraid of making the wrong choice. He had thought it would be okay to tell his mama that he was gay and that had been the wrong thing to do after all.

No! Logan wasn’t going to get lost in bad memories. Not when he had his pretty. Glancing down at his treat, Logan was filled with happiness. Having pretty things was so wonderful. It made his heart happy.

He stopped and placed the pink box on the nightstand next to his bed before hurrying into the bathroom.

Logan tied his long hair up in a bun while waiting for the shower to heat up. Hot showers were the best! When he had lived in his lion form for those bad years, Logan had only been able to find cold streams or lakes to bathe in. Not recommended.

Stepping inside the large tiled shower stall, he closed the glass door behind him. Steam surrounded him as he stepped into the cascading shower spray. He didn’t feel like taking the time to wash, dry, and brush his hair out so Logan kept the shower quick. He scrubbed his body until his skin tingled under the hot water. The cotton candy of his bodywash scent began to fill the small space.

Ten minutes after he’d stepped into the shower, Logan was drying himself. The mirror fogged so Logan couldn’t see his reflection, but he didn’t care. Not when he had a plan in his head.

He strolled to his closet with his towel wrapped around his waist.

The third drawer down, in the back, was his favorite pair of lounge pants. Logan pulled out the light pink silk pajama pants with a big smile. He didn’t wear one of his pretties often and never where anyone else could see.

Dropping the towel, Logan slipped the pants up on his legs and settled them on his hips.

It had been a long time since he’d given himself the time and privacy to indulge. Logan had stumbled across his secret by accident. He’d ordered a new pair of pajama pants off the internet, liking the clothing with lion heads. Well, he thought that was what he had ordered.

When the pink pants arrived, Logan was confused but curious. The silk felt different in his hands than his usual cotton clothing. He had tried them on because…well he had been curious after all. The silk against his skin? Amazing! He had loved it instantly.

After that first pair, Logan had gone on a bit of a shopping spree buying silk, satin, and lace. He’d indulged for a solid week until Nate had asked Logan to shift with him and go for a run.

The horror of realizing he was wearing purple lace panties under his jeans that day had Logan being much more careful. He never wore his pretties under his clothes if he was out of his room.

A few times, Logan had considered sharing his secret with one of the other boys or his alpha. Logan just hadn’t worked up the nerve yet. He didn’t think the others would judge him…well…he hoped they wouldn’t. Not when there were boys, subs, and littles all in the family. No one else wore pretties though. Logan wanted so hard to fit in with his adopted family that he hid this secret.

Really it wasn’t that big of a deal. It wasn’t like Logan needed to wear his pretties all the time. He just liked to be soft sometimes.

Enough! He scolded himself. He had on his best pajama pants that matched the box he’d been gifted with. Even the cupcake was the same color pink.

He would be surrounded by so much prettiness!

Logan hurried to his bed and grabbed his box.

“Come to me, my pretty!” Logan murmured.

Chapter Three

Dean

He hadn’t been surprised to hear from Axel before the sun had even risen in the sky. He’d woken in a sweat, knowing that something was wrong at the dragon alpha’s house. Sending his magic out, Dean was able to tell that Logan was unharmed. Even then he and Noah had still gone into the woods so that Dean could see for himself that his mate was fine.

When Dean and Noah arrived, there hadn’t been any trouble, but the lingering scent of blood had sent Dean’s magic into a tailspin. Dean had stalked around the forest for hours before settling that his mate was asleep and safe in bed.

By the time that Axel finished the explanation about the attack the previous evening, Dean had been sick to his stomach. He should have been there! With his mate. Protecting Logan and his family. Dean had wanted to demand more details but had to bide his time. He didn’t have any claim to Logan and that hurt more than it should have.

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