Alpha Logan raked his fingers through his hair, tugging hard as though the pain would drown out the chaos in his head. His jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling too fast. He couldn’t breathe right, couldn’t think. Everything felt like a f*****g storm crashing down on him.
“I need a break!” The words tore out of him before he could stop them, sharp and brutal, shattering the fragile silence between them.
Maya flinched. Just a small twitch in her shoulders, like a startled doe. But that was enough to slice through him like a goddamn blade.
He realized he had shouted at her. His mate. His Luna. His fragile little wolf who had been trying to hold on for the both of them.
“Maya...” he started, softer this time, guilt dripping from his tongue as he tried to reach her. He stepped forward
