Dawn broke over the lagoon as Logan and Elara escaped the warehouse in a stolen speedboat. The creator—Dr. Elias Voss (no relation, but the name still chilled Elara)—had vanished with a promise: "We'll meet again soon."
Logan's hands shook on the wheel, the beast still simmering just under the surface. "He made me. Injected the serum that gave me the claws, the healing… the rage. I thought I burned every record when I escaped."
Elara sat close, her presence the only calm in the storm. "Then we burn the rest. Together."
They docked at a private island property Logan kept off books. For the first time in days, they had a moment of quiet. Romantic tension simmered as they showered off the blood and grime—hands exploring, kisses deepening into another passionate encounter that left them both breathless and closer than ever.
But suspense built fast. Logan's remaining loyal pack members arrived by helicopter—three enhanced fighters who hadn't turned. They brought news: Victor had leaked blurry gala footage online. Hashtags like #WolverineCEO were trending. Stocks were crashing.
"We need a public statement," one pack member said. "Or a distraction."
Elara's eyes lit up. "Or both. Announce a major charity event—something that shows Logan as the hero. While the world watches, we hit Victor's lab quietly."
Logan stared at her with open pride and desire. "You keep surprising me. The perfect partner."
The romantic conflict eased into partnership, but the beast still whispered doubts in his mind. That night, as they lay together, Logan admitted, "Every time I touch you, the urge to claim you completely gets stronger. I'm scared I'll hurt you one day."
Elara cupped his face. "You won't. Because I trust the man as much as the beast."
Their bond deepened, addictive and real.
But at midnight, an explosion rocked the island perimeter. Dr. Voss's forces had tracked them again—drones and elite soldiers swarming.
Logan's claws came out. "They want my mate. They'll have to kill me first."
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