“Let the mating ceremony begin.”
The words cracked like a whip across the courtyard, and the drummers pounded harder, their palms slapping the skins in a rhythm that felt like a noose tightening around Maya’s neck.
Then it came—a shout that cut through the noise, sharp, commanding, soaked with authority that made even the drums stutter to a halt.
“STOP!”
Gasps rippled through the congregation like a shockwave, heads snapping around, necks craning to see who the hell had the balls to interrupt the sacred mating ceremony of the mighty Alpha Logan and his Luna.
Maya’s breath hitched, relief crashing through her like cold water dumped over her head. "Thank the f*****g moon goddess," she thought, gripping her shaking hands. Maybe this nightmare would end now. Maybe this wasn’t Logan, and s
