Maya hugged Alpha Logan the second he walked into the courtyard, relief crashing over her like a desperate wave.
His scent, his warmth, his presence...she clung to him as if holding him tighter would bring their daughter home. She didn’t even give him time to fully breathe before blurting, “Where’s Diva? Logan, please tell me she’s behind you. Tell me she’s here.”
But Logan only tightened his jaw, his silence a blade slicing straight into her chest.
He didn’t answer. Didn’t blink. Didn’t even attempt to soften the truth forming on his lips. Instead, he walked with her into their chambers, the air thick with dread, his steps heavy as though the world had tied weights around his ankles.
That silence… Maya hated it. It made her skin crawl.
So she spun to face him the moment the door shut
