Every muscle in Logan’s body went taut, claws flexing, his wolf snarling in his mind, “How f*****g dare he stand near our mate…”
Logan’s green eyes glowed faintly under the storm-thick sky as he watched from the shadows, hidden behind the broken fence near the crowded clearing.
Rain dripped from his lashes, cold rivulets running down his bare arms, but he didn’t feel any of it.
All he saw was her, Maya and that bastard Alpha Rio standing too f*****g close to her, his gaze dipping to her lips, her neck, her body like he owned it.
Logan’s jaw clenched so tight he felt it crack. His claws dug into the rotting wood, tearing deep grooves with the need to tear Rio’s throat out, to rip him apart for daring to stand near his mate.
But the way Maya was standing there, so calm, her chin tilte
