Alpha Logan kicked open the door to the Alpha mansion like a goddamn storm.
His arms were wrapped tightly around Maya’s limp body, her pale face barely reacting to the tremors in his chest or the frantic way he held her as if she could disappear into death at any f*****g second.
Blood stained the inside of his shirt, not hers but his. He didn’t give a flying f**k about the gashes and bite marks that ran along his side from the Khronwulf ambush. All that mattered now was the delicate creature in his arms. His Luna. His f*****g everything.
He growled through the mind link, voice ragged with command and desperation. "Prepare her bed now and clean up this f*****g mess." He ended the link with a snap.
Maya trembled against him.
The room he’d ordered prepared was lit with soft lanterns, he
