The Princess's Revenge Chapter 104

Valencia’s POV

The warm water felt incredible against my skin as I sank into the bath. A soft moan of relief escaped my lips before I could stop it. I continued talking to Logan about Isaiah's tragic situation.

"Logan, what happened to him is horrible. In the rogue attacks a few days ago, he lost both his legs and his left hand. He can't perform anymore, can't even move around. He's living in this terrible broken cottage down in the village, and he's completely lost hope."

The warm water lapped around me as I settled deeper into the bath, but the comfort couldn't wash away the images of Isaiah's despair.

Logan was quiet for a long moment. I could feel his presence on the other side of the screen, processing what I'd told him.

"Logan?" I prompted gently. "In your battles, when you've led warriors into combat, have any of them been injured and left disabled?"

"Yes," he said simply, his voice flat.

The shortness of his answer told me this wasn't something he wanted to discuss, but I pressed on anyway.

"What happens to them? In the pack house, I only ever see healthy, strong warriors. Where do the injured ones go?"

Logan's sigh was heavy. "The ones Dr. Vance can't heal... they usually get sent home. Most of them don't survive long. Either they die naturally from their injuries, or they can't bear the pain and end their own suffering."

I sat up straighter in the bath, water splashing around me. "That's horrible, Logan! That's completely unfair! These warriors fought for the pack, they gave everything they had, and then when they're broken, we just... abandon them?"

The image of Delphine's tears flashed through my mind, and I felt my anger building. "I can't stand seeing another woman cry because the man she loves has been thrown away like he doesn't matter. I can't watch another family get destroyed because we don't take care of our own people."

I began washing myself with the herb-scented soap, my movements sharp with frustration. "This is wrong, Logan. What's happening to Isaiah, what happens to all the disabled warriors - it's cruel and unfair and I want to change it."

I stood up in the bath, water streaming down my body as I reached for the soft cloth Echo had left for me. "I don't want to see any more women weeping over men who sacrificed everything and got nothing in return. There has to be a better way."

I stepped out of the bath and began drying myself, wrapping the cloth around my body. "Logan, I'm going to find a way to help these warriors. I want to make sure they're not just thrown away when they can't fight anymore."

I emerged from behind the screen, my hair damp and my skin glowing from the warm bath. Logan's gray eyes tracked my movement as I walked toward him.

"You're serious about this," he said, studying my face.

"Completely serious." I moved closer to the bed. "Logan, these men deserve better. They deserve care and dignity and a chance at some kind of life, even if they can't be warriors anymore."

Logan extended his arms toward me, and I went to him willingly. His strong hands pulled me closer, his fingers gentle as they traced along my skin. His touch made my breath catch.

"You have such a good heart, Valencia," he murmured, his hands slowly untying the cloth around my body. "It's one of the things I love most about you."

The fabric fell away, and Logan's hands moved over my bare skin with reverent care. His gray eyes were dark with desire.

"Will you help me?" I asked. "Will you support me when I try to make changes?"

"Always," Logan said without hesitation. "Whatever you need, whatever it takes. I'll stand with you."

The promise in his voice, combined with the warmth of his touch, made my heart race. "Logan," I breathed, my voice shaky with emotion and desire.

"I know," he said, pulling me down beside him on the bed. "I know, my queen. We'll figure this out together."

Logan’s POV

I pulled her close, our lips crashing together in a deep, hungry kiss. Our mouths moved in sync, tongues brushing, seeking each other’s warmth. My pulse quickened as Valencia climbed onto my lap, pressing herself closer, her boldness catching me off guard. Her hands took charge, tugging at me, fingers grazing my shoulders and bare chest, each touch sending a jolt through me, making me harder than I thought possible. I could feel her body heat rising, a slow burn that matched my own.

I slid her dress up to her hips, revealing the smooth expanse of her chest. My hands, broad and eager, began to explore her soft skin. To my surprise, she hesitated only a moment before pushing me back onto the bed. I didn’t resist. Instead, I lay there, a faint smile tugging at my lips as she straddled me, her confidence electrifying. This time, she was in control, bold and unapologetic, and I didn’t mind one bit.

Her breathing grew ragged, louder, her hips swaying with a rhythm that drove me wild. A bead of sweat trailed down her body, catching the light. Each breath she took was intoxicating, and when those breaths turned to moans, it was almost too much to bear. My eyes couldn’t leave her. She was above me, commanding, guiding the pace, and it felt right—damn good—for both of us.

I lay beneath her, hands steadying her waist, lost in the sway of her hair, the glint in her purple eyes, and the flush spreading across her pale skin, now kissed with a passionate pink. I could stay like this for hours, drinking in every second of her. But Valencia was unraveling. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling with the heat building between her thighs, fueled by our connection and the fire surging within her.

“Oh… yes… yes… you’re so hard,” she gasped.

“My name, Val. Say my name.”

“Logan… Logan…”

She chanted it like a spell, eyes fluttering shut, teeth catching her lip. She was breathtaking, and I couldn’t tear my focus from where our bodies met. My hands found her small, perfect breasts, teasing the rosy peaks until she shivered. I loved that reaction. When my gaze became too intense, she’d close her eyes, her cheeks burning brighter than ever. I could feel her teetering on the edge.

I took over, thrusting my hips beneath her, catching her off guard. She gripped my shoulders tightly, nails digging in, but I didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath. I kept moving, relentless, until she was crying out in pleasure above me. Only when she begged, her voice raw and desperate, did I slow, letting us both ride the wave until we were spent, satisfied, and utterly content.

Valencia collapsed beside me, exhausted, her skin still glistening from our exertion as she worked to steady her breathing. Warmth bloomed in my chest, a quiet contentment. I turned to her, making sure she was okay, my fingers gently tracing her arm and back until she surrendered to sleep. I sat up, grabbed a towel from the room, and carefully wiped her down before tucking the blanket around her. Only then did I lie back, wrapping an arm around my luna, pulling her close as we drifted into the night.