“Luna… forgive me…”
Zarya screamed in fake agony, her voice cracking and sharp like glass scraping against metal. She was on her knees, palms pressed together like a pitiful beggar, while her eyes gleamed with mischief. Her sobs were as fake as her innocence, and Maya’s jaw tightened at the sight.
Alpha Logan’s footsteps echoed behind them, heavy, powerful, commanding. And yet, instead of ripping Zarya apart for daring to defy him, he froze at the scene the perfect f*****g picture of a betrayed Luna and a desperate slut.
Maya’s voice came out like a blade cutting air. “You have some explanation to do here, Alpha. How the f**k did she leave the dungeon?”
Her chest heaved as her wolf clawed at her insides, demanding blood, demanding retribution.
Logan moved closer, his towering frame ca
