Maya hated the silence that hung in the mansion that night. It pressed down on her chest like a stone, heavy and suffocating.
She sat on the edge of the bed, twisting her hair between her fingers, staring at the wall as though it might answer the storm clawing at her insides.
Alpha Logan had apologized...fuck, the man had actually dropped his pride for a moment and whispered “I’m sorry” like the words might stitch her back together. He kissed her lips, soft but bruising with guilt, and then just sat there with her in the suffocating quiet.
But instead of leaving, she stayed. The bastard’s kisses made her stay. They burned through her skin like poison disguised as comfort.
Logan walked toward her, broad frame taking up the whole damn room. His knees hit the floor in front of her, somet
