Chapter 293
Chapter 293 Trophy Wife
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Inside the grandiose ballroom of the restaurant, with its dimly lit chandeliers and expensive- looking
wall hangings, Logan began mingling. A sudden sense of istion swept over me as I clung to his arm,
the only anchor amidst a sea of unknown faces.
“Do you think this is how Moana feels at the events with Edrick?” Ema asked, feeling just as cautious
as I did. I imperceptibly shook my head. “No. My dad always cares for her at their events, and it’s not
nearly as dangerous. Although, I do remember her telling me how people looked down on her back
before she was the Golden Wolf. So maybe this is a little like how she felt back that.. But just a little.”
As we approached groups of men in tailored suits, discussing what I presumed were deals and
underworld business, Logan would pause to introduce me. “This is Dahlia,” he would say smoothly,
each time keeping his promise to use my pseudonym.
As we continued to navigate through the crowd, my senses became more acute to the conversations
around us. While most were: banal or superficial exchanges about the evening or general pleasantries,
one particr conversation drew me in. I felt Ema attune her hearing so that I could hear better.
Two men, standing off to the side, were engaged in a heated discussion. Their bodynguage and
hushed tones suggested a level of secrecy.
“…I’m telling you, the profits from the ‘W’ trade are skyrocketing,” one of them-a tall, well-built man with
a scar tracing his jawline-asserted, ncing around nervously.
Hispanion, a man with a shifty gaze and slicked-back hair, nodded. “Investing in it was the best
decision we ever made. No one saw iting. But you’ve tried it yourself, right? To see what the fuss
is all about?”
The scarred man chuckled, shaking his head. “Not me, but I’ve seen the effects. Those who have taken
it-they’re different. Their wolves, man, they’re… enhanced. Stronger, faster, more dominant.”
The slicked-back haired man raised an eyebrow. “So it’s true, then? The rumors?” “Seems like it. But
I’d be careful. Once you’re on ‘W’, there’s no going back.”
I felt a chill run down my spine. The term ‘W’ resonated in my mind. As Logan and I moved past the
pair, I leaned closer to him, my voice barely above a whisper. “Logan, what’s ‘W’?”
Logan nced back at the two men, then sighed. “It’s a drug, or so they say. Rumors have been
swirling around for some time about ‘W’- how it enhances the wolf in those of our kind. But I don’t know
much about it, to be honest.”
I furrowed my brows. “Enhances? How?”
He exhaled slowly. “The stories vary. Some say it brings out the wolf’s most primal instincts, magnifying
their strengths. Others im it creates an even more unbreakable bond between man and wolf,
causing the two to merge into a single entity. All I know is, it’s dangerous. Highly addictive, and has
already caused more than its fair share of chaos.”
I nced back at the two men, an unnerving curiosity gnawing at me. “Why would anyone want to use
such a thing?”
Logan tilted his head, pondering my question. “Power, mostly. Imagine having your wolf’s strength,
agility, and senses amplified… all of the time, even in human form. It would be intoxicating. But there’s
a cost-a heavy one. The body and mind aren’t meant to handle that kind of constant surge. Many
who’ve been rumored to take it end up… broken.”
Feeling a shiver, I wrapped my arms around myself. “And those two?” I motioned discreetly towards the
men discussing the trade.
Logan’s face darkened, “Involved in its distribution, most likely. The ‘W’ trade has been lucrative for
those willing to take the risk.”
“I can’t believe it..” I muttered, my mind racing. Logan grabbed my arm gently, guiding me away. “Best
to stay clear of people discussing that sort of thing. Trust me, E. Nothing good cane from
delving into that world.”
His words made sense. The world I’d stepped into that evening was alreadyyered with threats and
secrets, and ‘W’ was just another shadow lurking in its corners. Yet, despite the clear danger, I couldn’t
help but wonder. What was ‘W’? What did it truly do? How many had fallen under its spell?
The evening continued, but the knowledge of ‘W’ was like a stone in my shoe, ufortable and
impossible to ignore. Every now and then, my gaze would drift back to the two men, wondering how
deep they were in this dark. trade and what other secrets they held.
In the end, I realized it was not just about ‘W’ but about the entire world that Logan was a part of a
world where power struggles were a daily affair, and where lines between right and wrong were blurred.
It made me reevaluate my own position in all of this and whether I was ready to learn more about the
shadows that lurked beneath the surface.
As we continued making our rounds, I observed the men as they spoke, finding their discussions
simultaneously riveting and intimidating. Yet, one thing stood out to me: not many of them would bother
to address me directly.
Their nces towards me were fleeting, often dismissive, as if they were seeing right past me. At first,
it felt as if they regarded the women at their side in a simr light- essories, no more significant than
the expensive watches they wore.
However, my patience began to wane when a burly man with a cigar, presumably a higher-up in the
Mafia ranks, eyed me up and down in a disturbingly overt manner.
“Looks like you’ve picked a good one this time, Logan,” hemented, a lecherous smirk tugging at
the corners of his lips. “Much better than thest one. She was too skinny and frail, but this one looks…
healthy. Muscr.”
Ema growled inside of me. “Crush him,” she snarled. “What a disgusting pig.” Unable to restrain myself,
I retorted, “How about you shove that opinion where the sun. doesn’t shine?”
Instead of looking affronted, the man erupted into boisterousughter, the sound echoing. throughout
the vicinity. Logan’s grip on my arm tightened, and he swiftly interjected, steering me away from the
group. “Let’s not make a scene here, Dahlia,” he murmured, but I could sense the tension in his voice.
Once we were out of earshot, I jerked my arm free from his grasp, my eyes ring with anger. “Logan, if
you surround yourself with these misogynists, how different are you from them?”
He sighed, running a hand through his raven- ck hair. “Believe me, E,” he began, using my real
name for a brief moment, “that’s one of the main reasons why I want to distance myself from all this.
But for tonight, I need you to bear it.”
My breathing was shallow, a mixture of frustration and anger swirling inside me. “If anyone tries that
again, I’ll knock them out.”
Logan chuckled, the sound deep and soothing. “I won’t lie, the fiery side of you? It’s kind of sexy.” He
winked. “But promise me you’ll keep that as ast resort?”
“Last resort? I’ll give them thest punch they’ll ever remember,” I spat defiantly. “Male chauvinist pigs.”
Logan smirked.
“What?” I growled.
“Oh, nothing,” he said. Feeling the need to drown my frustrations, I downed the remaining champagne
from my ss and held the empty ss out towards him. “I need another.”
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His amused expression softened as he took my ss, setting it on a waiter’s tray and grabbing a fresh
one for me. Handing the new ss to me, he smiled.
“That’s my girl,” he said, his voice low but yful as his blue eyes bore into mine. At his words, I felt an
undeniable heat creep up into my cheeks.