“Stop this, Alpha…” Maya whispered, her voice trembling, not with fear, but something else.
More intimate. Her eyes flicked sideways, locking on Elder Silas who was quietly lighting candles along the windowsill.
Each flame flickered, casting eerie golden light on the stone walls.
Her skin prickled with heat, his heat. Even in the presence of another, Alpha Logan acted like she belonged to him.
Logan didn’t respond immediately. His silver mask glinted under the candlelight, the sharp curve of his jaw tensing.
His eyes, the only part of his face visible, narrowed, not in anger, but in a predatory sort of focus that made Maya’s stomach twist into knots.
He fed her a spoonful of soup, ignoring the way her brows crinkled in protest.
“Alpha, enough. You’ve fed me like a damn child. You
