Maya’s body was limp in the backseat, her head rolling gently with each turn of the road. The luxurious blacked-out car purred quietly, but the unease inside it was anything but calm.
Alpha Logan’s gloved hands gripped the steering wheel like he was strangling it. His jaw clenched under the thick silver mask he always wore.
The windows slowly hissed shut, trapping the scentless air inside and this made her dangerous.
Mystifying.
And completely his.
Logan’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. Her unconscious form was curled like a wounded cub, delicate, bruised, beautiful in a way that f****d with his thoughts.
His wolf stirred beneath his skin. "You knocked her out."
“I had to,” Logan muttered. “She wouldn’t have come willingly. And dragging her screaming or praising me through smo
