Alpha Logan couldn’t hide his smile, even if he wanted to. It was so damn evident, tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched the woman who had turned his world inside out.
Maya felt butterflies pounding in her stomach seeing her mate’s face light up, the way his eyes softened despite the coldness they usually carried under that stupid black mask he always wore.
His green eyes, usually sharp as knives, flickered with something raw. Something that made him look almost…human.
But the sudden gathering beside the Alpha’s house—a towering castle of dark bricks, ivy strangling its walls—ripped the softness away.
Maids were running in and out, their skirts rustling like whispers of death. A tension choked the air, thick, unspoken.
Logan’s smile faded as a tear, uninvited, slid down his
