Maya sat in her chair, her fork scraping lazily across the plate though she had no appetite left. She already felt the air shift before the words left the old witch’s lips.
Alpha Logan’s mother rose slowly, her regal posture carrying arrogance sharper than steel. Her lips curled into that poisonous smile Maya had grown to despise.
“Here’s the second wife I chose for you,” she announced, her voice steady, venomous, dripping authority that wasn’t hers to wield.
The door creaked open with a sinister drag, and in stepped Zarya.
That f*****g smirk.
Her eyes glimmered with false innocence, her body wrapped in a gown far too delicate for a woman who’d spent weeks caged like an animal. The silence shattered when Alpha Logan slammed his hand against the wall with such force the room trembled.
