“That’s enough,” he whispered.
It wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. Everyone in the room knew that tone was the final warning before blood spilled.
He flicked his fingers in one sharp motion. The guards moved instantly. Their boots thudded against the floor as they closed in on Zarya. She didn’t fight at least, not with her hands. Instead, she tilted her chin up and put on that fake, saccharine smile that used to charm half the pack.
“Alpha… there’s been a misunderstanding—” she began, her voice dripping with innocence.
“Save it,” Logan snapped, his eyes cold enough to frost glass. “Take her away.”
The guards grabbed her arms, jerking her toward the door. Zarya didn’t struggle. No, she was too smart for that. She let them haul her away while her eyes, sharp and venomous, stayed locke
