“Alpha…” the Elder whispered, almost pleading now, voice tight with dread, “if you walk in there, you walk to your death.”
Alpha Logan wasn’t scared—f**k no—but his eyes were glassy, fists shaking, claws digging crescent moons into his palms as fear threatened to suffocate him.
Not fear for himself. Fear of losing her. Fear of watching Maya die while he stood in the shadows like a f*****g coward.
He stole a quick, hungry look through the cracked wall at Maya, chained, her wrists raw, her hair matted with sweat, her lips bitten to stop herself from screaming.
She lifted her head weakly, eyes glowing faintly, their gazes locking for the briefest, searing second. The way her eyes trembled with exhaustion yet burned with defiance shattered something in him.
Fuck. I can’t watch her like t
