Alpha Logan noticed Maya staring at him like she was caught between wanting to run and wanting to crawl into his arms, her teeth worrying her bottom lip, eyes darting away when he glanced at her.
She didn’t even realize how obvious her discomfort looked.
Alpha Logan’s lips curled into a smirk, the kind that made her stomach flip in the worst and best ways, before he stepped back and excused her from the room, his gaze lingering just a second too long on the mark on her lap.
“Get dressed,” he told her, his voice dropping low, commanding. But before Maya could open her mouth to ask why, his eyes glazed for a moment, the connection of a mindlink snapping across the bond.
Beta Fergus’s voice, frantic, filtered through. "Alpha, the border gate of the Guardian Pack has been breached. Rogues
