Logan walked through the corridors, each step fueled by restless anger.
He stopped at the balcony, hands gripping the iron railing until it groaned beneath his strength. He had been strong his entire life, built to carry the weight of a pack, to rule without flinching. But tonight, his strength felt like a curse. Tonight, it wasn’t enough.
His wolf snarled within, restless, bloodthirsty, demanding release, "I want blood."
“No,” Logan growled aloud, shaking his head until the thought shattered. His pulse thundered, his veins a battlefield of rage and restraint. “I won’t f*****g pass my aggression on anyone.”
Back in her chamber, Maya sat on the edge of her bed, shoulders curved in defeat. She had seen Logan angry before, had witnessed the Alpha rage that made others bow and crawl. But
