"They’re really mates..."
Whispers buzzed like swarming wasps through the Secluded Meadows, infecting the air with shock, awe, and scandalous glee.
“Holy s**t… Alpha Logan actually has a mate?” someone gasped from the crowd.
“And it’s Mia?” another muttered, eyes darting between the glowing mating cuffs now clamped on both Logan and Mia’s wrists.
Logan’s world spun.
"I’m mated to Mia?" he whispered in disbelief, each syllable tasting like poison on his tongue. The words left his mouth without permission, like a confession dragged from a man at gunpoint.
He clenched his fists, his claws threatening to push through skin. The silvery cuffs on his wrist gleamed under the garden lights, mocking him, binding him to a woman he loathed more than death.
A sick twist of fate. Or maybe a curse
