"She's a thief... fuck... I hate how much I want her anyway," Alpha Logan muttered under his breath, his eyes locked on her neck like he wanted to mark it, bruise it, bite it and own it.
His voice was ragged, animalistic, as if his wolf was clawing against the surface. And it was.
Maya’s eyes were still wide, dilated with shock.
That jawline. Those perfectly sculpted cheekbones. Flawless f*****g skin. And his lips, f**k! those lips looked like sin dipped in honey.
And then there were his eyes. That dangerous, forest-fire green that seemed to pierce right through her defenses.
He looked like a rebel god who’d just walked out of a dream—no, a nightmare. The kind that left you wet, breathless, and begging for more.
“Why the f**k do you wear a mask when you look like this?” she whispere
