The Luna’s chambers were thick with silence, broken only by the faint scratching of wood as the door closed behind Aurora and the moonhealer.
Alpha Logan was alone with Maya. His jaw tightened, but when he turned to her, all he could see was fragility. His Luna...the woman he swore to protect sitting on the bed, her skin pale, her breathing shallow but steady.
He didn’t wait. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest with a desperation that betrayed his rank. “I’m so f*****g sorry,” he whispered, his voice gravelly. “I failed you. I let my own Beta hurt you.”
Maya’s lips curved into a soft smile, but her eyes gleamed with a satisfaction she quickly buried. She pressed her cheek to his chest, inhaling his scent like a drug. “You didn’t fail me,” she murmured sweetly.
