Maya was seated in a locked room with only Alpha Logan, the air thick with his scent, heavy and dark like rain-soaked earth. Her heartbeat drummed in her ears, the silence between them alive with unspoken tension.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mark on her lap, the bruised skin that looked like a series of deep love bites but was so much more. It was a brand—a f*****g claim that she was his.
Alpha Logan’s.
Her fingers brushed over the mark, and a shiver trailed down her spine, heat pooling low in her belly before she could stop it. She snapped her head up just in time to see him peeling off his shirt, muscles flexing, veins running like rivers down his tattooed arms.
His huge chest rose and fell, each breath a quiet promise of danger, and the ink across his neck made her swal
