The chamber door slammed behind Alpha Logan as he stormed out, his veins burning with fury, his chest heaving like a beast just barely holding itself back
His Luna lay broken in her room, his mother finally recovering, and yet the snake that poisoned his life still breathed under his roof. Zarya.
Her name hissed in his mind like venom.
He found her sprawled arrogantly on the velvet chair in the east wing, acting as though the mansion belonged to her.
Maids scurried around her, heads bowed, too terrified to question her audacity. She looked up when Logan’s heavy footsteps thundered into the room.
“Zarya Valen.” His voice cracked like a blade striking stone. He didn’t call her “Zarya.” He didn’t call her “mate.” He spat her full name like poison.
The entire hall went silent. Even the
