"Am I a rogue Alpha now, Maya?" Logan’s voice cracked through the room, low and sharp. "You seem to be mixing s**t up."
Before she could respond, his wolf surged forward inside him with a guttural growl. “Why do you even care, Alpha?”
Maya flinched. She hated that growl. That dark voice buried behind his ribcage.
“I don’t care,” she lied, her voice thin, her chest tight. “I just don’t trust you. There’s a difference.”
Logan stared at her. A long, burning stare. He could tear her apart with those eyes. She felt it. He didn’t speak. Just clenched his jaw like it was the only thing holding back a scream.
“You don’t get it, do you?” she muttered bitterly. “I’ve been around too many damn Alphas to not know how this game works. You save the girl, earn her trust, f**k her senseless, and then
