Kids from One Alpha

Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Seeing Ghosts

Oliver broke away from Serena as they turned down a new street, walking past several houses. He ran ahead with his sister, leaving Serena to walk beside Logan.

“I don‘t understand why you wouldn‘t tell me about the kids,” he said. Serena shrugged “We haven‘t known each other that long,” she reminded him with a chuckle. “I‘ve been completely on my own with them for so long. I‘m just used to things like that.” She felt like she was being just vague enough to keep the Alpha satisfied without prying deeper. “Understandable,” he said calmy. Serena watched her kids skipping along hand in hand. Every now and then, Oliver would pause and bend his knees. Serena thought he looked like he was doing a pee dance. She looked around, but all the shops and public buildings were behind them.

Logan said, touching Serena‘s arm, and nodding down another side street. Serena looked down at his hand on her arm, surprised by the contact. “Kids!” she called ahead. “We are going this way.” Olivia and Oliver turned around and ran back to catch up with their mother. The Alpha lived down a dead–end street in the neighborhood, a house that was larger than almost all the others. Serena wasn‘t surprised to see that. It had a long, private driveway up

impressive house,” Serena said. “It‘s a little big for you not to have a family.” Logan sighed, shaking his head. “There‘s time for that,” he said. Serena nodded. So, the Alpha wasn‘t ready to settle down and have a

hard, staring at Oliver. “I‘m sorry I scared the lady,” Oliver said before disappearing into the bathroom. He slammed the door behind him. Logan was at his mother‘s side, touching her shoulder for comfort. “Are you alright, mom?” he asked, his face full of warmth and compassion. Serena let up her grip on Olivia‘s wrist. He was great with kids and compassionate towards his mother! As much as she hated to admit it, the more she learned about Logan, the more she was starting to like him. “I‘m alright,” Florence said. “I don‘t expect kids running through the house anymore. Least of all ones that look like you.” Serena swallowed as Florence turned motherly eyes on Logan. She hadn‘t considered

from wandering off or touching things that didn‘t belong to them. Flo was at a built–in bookshelf. It was clear that the house had been occupied by the same family for generations. Not only was the décor bordering on antique, but there were pictures on the wall spanning from recent color photos to black and whites, and even painted portraits. “Here, take a look,” Flo said, pulling a photo album off the shelf and flipping to a page. She held the book out for Serena to see. Schooling her features so she wouldn‘t react, Serena looked at the picture. It was Logan when he was five, but it the image hadn‘t been worn from

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