“Look at me, Maya,” Alpha Logan rasped, voice cracked, trembling like a man already halfway buried.
Her lips parted, her eyes glossy with exhaustion. “Can... can I have a break?”
Alpha Logan’s head snapped up. The word break sounded foreign...like betrayal coated in silk. “There’s nothing like a f*****g break, Maya,” he hissed. “You want to leave me in this condition?”
His voice wasn’t the commanding Alpha tone anymore...it was the sound of a man drowning and trying to drag her down with him.
Maya’s shoulders trembled. She wasn’t crying for him this time. She was crying for herself...for the years she had wasted playing the perfect Luna, the perfect wife, while her daughter rotted somewhere out there, lost to the damn darkness.
“I just want to breathe, Logan,” she whispered, each word
