Maya’s breath hitched.
Her pulse thundered beneath her skin like a trapped beast trying to escape. Every nerve in her body screamed at her to run. And she did.
With a sudden surge of rage and adrenaline, she threw herself forward, hands flying up to grip Alpha Logan’s silver mask.
Her fingers clawed at the metal, desperate to peel away the mystery, to see the face of the monster who bought her like some exotic pet.
“The f**k are you doing?” Logan growled, his voice low, dangerous.
He gripped her wrists, trying to pull her off—but Maya was fast. Faster than he expected.
She twisted, using his resistance as leverage. Her knee drove into his hip—not hard enough to injure, but enough to unbalance him. And then she shoved him aside with everything she had, not looking back as he stumbled
