Before you start throwing flames, just understand that there's a method to my madness! Be warned, you might not like part of this chapter, but I PROMISE you, I will make it alllll up to you in the end. I know you want strictly Rogan goodness, but this story is more about the trials and tribulations they have to go through in order to end up together.

Logan stood, rooted in his spot, re-reading the words on the paper as if they would change if he continued to stare at them, but of course, they didn't.

Daken was his son...and, apparently, a homicidal maniac who blamed him for every shitty thing that had happened to him.

An eclectic range of emotions began to flood Logan, leaving him unsure as to how to react or feel, but when he had a second to recover, he crumpled up the note and shoved it into his pocket before rushing out of the room and practically flying down the main stairway.

He didn't know what direction they went in or where they were headed. He felt helpless, so he did the only thing he could do...he drove around to area gas stations in hopes that Marie and Daken had stopped there to gas up.

He got lucky in one place that recalled "the girl with the striped hair" from the description Logan gave him. The place was about twenty minutes south of the mansion, and directly near a highway, directly off of I-95.

Logan hopped back in the car and took the highway, stopping off at every other exit to see if he could find more clues, but he kept coming up empty handed.

He was almost three hours behind them and the interstate had branched off into several other small roads and highways.

They could be anywhere by now...

About 3 hours after Marie and Daken left Westchester, they found themselves in Rhode Island.

They checked into a property that consisted of several small, rustic cottages that lined a secluded beach. Marie wasted no time in divesting herself of her clothes and putting on a tiny bikini.

She hoped the lack of attire would tempt Daken into taking the next step in their relationship.

She leaned against the doorframe and looked out at the ocean. She spotted Daken standing just on the edge of the water, watching the waves...shirtless. His hair was down and blowing in the wind.

Marie slowly walked over to him and put her arms around his waist before kissing the space between his shoulder blades. As she pressed her nearly naked body against him, she felt him tense.

When Daken turned around and was confronted with the sight of her in a bikini, he raised his eyebrows, "Wow. There's not much to that swim suit, huh?"

Marie grinned mischievously, "I could always take it off if you don't like it."

Daken watched intently as she started to reach for the string behind her neck that held her bikini top on, but before he got lost in the moment, he grabbed her wrist and stared down into her eyes. The look on his face concerned her, so her smile fell a bit as she looked back up at him, "Daken...is something wrong?"

After a moment, he quickly shook his head, "We should get inside for some...privacy."

Marie liked the way that sounded, so she took his hand and turned around to lead him back to the cottage. Once inside, with the door closed, she wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing him hungrily.

Daken's body was practically shaking from wanting her. His desire for her was beginning to outweigh his desire to exact his revenge on Logan.

Marie briefly broke the kiss and, in a flash, her top was off.

He barely had time to react before she pressed her naked breasts against his chest as she resumed the kiss, making his mind go blank in the process.

Daken threw all of his thoughts out the window and ran his hands down her body to grip her ass and firmly press her body against his.

Marie moaned into his mouth as he walked her back to the bed and broke the kiss before roughly pushing her back against it. She bounced a bit on the creaky mattress an smirked up at him as she sat up on her elbows.

His eyes were dark with desire as he stared down at her naked breasts and unbuttoned the fastens on his shorts. Once his shorts were open, he knelt on the bed in front of her and snatched her panties off her hips, causing her to squeak in surprise at the force of his actions.

Daken yanked her knees open before crawling atop her body and, once again, kissing her hungrily.

By now, his erection was rubbing against her naked thigh as his hips thrust forward on their own accord, desperately and blindly searching out her core.

Marie started to wrap her arms around him, but he grabbed her wrists and slammed them onto the mattress beside her head.

He intently stared down into her eyes before he maneuvered his hips and suddenly thrust himself inside of her. In response, Marie gasped and arched her back beneath him, causing her hardened nipples to brush against his chest.

Daken growled and began slowly, but powerfully thrusting himself inside of her.

Marie wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles behind his ass, pressing him further into her.

She was so lost in ecstasy that she barely noticed how tightly Daken held her wrists.

He leaned down and buried his face in her neck as he began hungrily kissing and sucking on her neck.

His movements slowly sped up as his primal side began to rear its head.

"Mine...Mine...Mine", he growled repeatedly as he began pummeling into her at a ruthless pace.

Just as their orgasms hit, Daken bit down on her neck, causing her to cry out as the intense mixture of pain and pleasure forced her body to convulse and buck beneath him.

Daken continued thrusting into her through his release, then gradually slowed his movements to a halt.

Two hours later, Daken watched Marie as she slept beside him.

This was, most certainly, NOT a part of the plan.

The next morning, Marie woke to find Daken gone. He left a note on the nightstand that told her he went for a run on the beach.

Marie took a shower, then plopped down on the bed and bit her lip as she looked down at the bruises on her wrists. They were a reminder of she and Daken's first night together, and honestly, she had mixed feelings. After the fact, she'd actually allowed herself to realize that it was Logan, and not Daken, who had turned her on during their sordid tryst. The parts of him that reminded her of Logan were what kept her hot for him and wanting more.

Speaking of Logan, she felt guilty for how she'd treated him...and the fact that she left without so much as a note. Marie knew he'd be worried, so she took a deep breath and went to her purse to dig out her cell phone. When she couldn't find it there, she looked in her backpack, then in the small suitcase she'd packed.

It mysteriously vanished...

Luckily, Logan's number was one that she had managed to memorize, thanks to the fact that he had a mansion-issued cell phone and it was only two digits off from Jubilee's.

She used the cottage phone to dial his number. After barely a ring, she heard Logan's garbled voice, "Hello?"

Marie covered her other ear in an effort to hear him better, "Logan? Are you in the car? I can barely hear you."

"Marie! Marie! Where are you? You're in danger! Danger! Can you hear me?"

Unfortunately for the both of them, she was catching only part of what he was saying. She yelled back, "What? Danger? Logan? I can barely hear you!"

"Where are you!"

"I'm staying on a beach in Rhode Island! Why?

"Marie. Listen. Daken is my son. He's dangerous. Did you hear me? He's my son, Marie! He's dangerous!"

That, she heard...and suddenly, all of the pieces to the puzzle started falling into place.

It was completely possible that he was Logan's son. They both had healing factors, and everything she loved about Daken was something that reminded her of Logan...including his wild, hazel eyes.

She jumped when Daken, who had probably been standing mere feet away from her for several moments, suddenly spoke up. His voice was frighteningly stoic, "What are you doing, Marie?"

Daken heard Logan yelling her name through the receiver as he smirked and took the phone from her, before suddenly snatching it out of the wall and throwing it across the room.

She tried not to tremble as she stared up at him, "Is it true?"

"Which part? That I'm dangerous or that I'm Logan's son?"

Marie narrowed her eyes, "Both."

Daken held up his fist as three bone claws slowly protruded from his knuckles, while one rose out of the skin on his wrist.

Taking note of her shocked expression, Daken smirked, "What do you think, baby?"

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