Logan’s hand slid inside his coat with deliberate slowness, fingers brushing against the cold steel hidden within. The air in the room shifted as if even the pack spirits could sense what was about to go down.
“Do this once and for all,” his wolf snarled inside him.
Logan’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes sharp as a hawk’s, honed on the woman kneeling arrogantly like she owned his f*****g world.
Zarya tilted her chin up, her crimson-painted lips twitching into a cruel smile. She didn’t flinch at his gaze; in fact, she laughed, that sharp, mocking sound cutting through the air like broken glass.
“Really, Alpha? You think that glare of yours scares me? I’m not Maya, trembling in your arms like some fragile little doll. I’m power. I’m f*****g chaos wrapped in flesh.”
Her words dripped
