Alpha Logan’s chest heaved as he watched her. Something was boiling inside him, like his blood itself was rebelling. His wolf snarled, demanding blood.
“Behead her,” Logan ordered, his voice a thunderclap that silenced every whisper.
The guards didn’t hesitate. They dragged Zarya to the stone block, her bare knees scraping across gravel. Her shriek pierced the air, half rage, half terror.
“NO! I’m carrying your heir, you sick bastard! You kill me, you kill him too!”
The words shattered through the silence, but Logan’s gaze didn’t falter. His wolf rumbled inside him, but it wasn’t rage...it was hunger. The bastard didn’t care about heirs. He wanted this filth gone.
Then came the voice that clawed through the chaos...his mother’s.
“STOP!”
She lunged forward, her voice cracking with de
