Maya nodded slightly, her chest still rising and falling with the slow panic of her racing heart.
At the flick of Alpha Logan’s fingers, the moon healers silently bowed and exited the room, leaving her alone with the man whose very presence made her bones hum with something wild.
The moment the door clicked shut, Logan moved.
He didn’t walk. He stalked.
A graceful predator—measured, lethal, confident.
He grabbed Maya’s arm, not roughly, but firm enough to remind her exactly who the hell he was.
Her breath hitched. A shiver rippled down her spine as the warmth of his touch bled into her skin like a drug she never asked for but desperately needed.
"Why the f**k do you care so much?" she whispered, licking her lips, leaning in without realizing it.
Logan didn’t answer.
Not right a
