“I have no f*****g explanation to give you,” he blurted, voice hoarse, raw with something that wasn’t regret… but shame. Or maybe confusion. Even he couldn’t tell anymore.
Maya’s eyes widened, lips twitching with a bitter laugh. “Then don’t f*****g say anything at all.” She turned her head sharply, as if looking at him a second longer might make her vomit.
Logan’s brows furrowed. The harshness in her voice stabbed him deeper than he wanted to admit.
His wolf growled in his mind, disgusted. "You confessed how you felt because she was only unconscious? Pathetic. Weak. That’s not how an Alpha acts."
“I was being honest,” Logan snapped back silently. She needed to hear it. I—
"You needed to feel something," his wolf corrected. "And now you’re scared she’ll rip it out of you."
Out loud, L
