_Logan's POV_
Lying there with Alyssa after we made love, I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t known in so long. She was mine now, truly mine. I had finally marked her, and it felt like everything was in place. I could feel her heartbeat slow down as she rested in my arms, her body warm and soft against mine. It was perfect. I kissed the top of her head, inhaling her scent—lavender, warmth, and something uniquely her.
“I love you, baby,” I whispered, holding her closer.
“I love you too,” she replied, her voice soft and sleepy. The way she said it filled me with contentment, and I closed my eyes, letting myself relax.
But then, out of nowhere, the peace shattered.
Images flashed in my mind, sharp and vivid, like memories—but they weren’t mine. At first, I didn’t understand what was happen
