The heavy door slammed open, crashing against the wall like a thunderclap.
Alpha Logan entered the room with a murderous fury radiating off of him like heat waves. His tall figure was menacing, shrouded in a black coat that swept behind him like shadows.
His masked face was unreadable, but the power in his aura was suffocating. His boots thudded hard against the marble floor, each step echoing authority—and rage.
The moment his piercing gaze landed on Maya—on her wrists bound behind her back—his entire body tensed.
“What the f**k is this?” His voice cracked through the air like a whip.
Two guards flinched.
One dared to step forward, swallowing hard. “Alpha, she tried to escape. She fought us. We only—”
Before the guard could finish, Logan’s voice turned cold, quiet—lethal.
“Fergus
