_Logan's POV_
I felt my heart stop when I saw Alyssa collapse in front of me. Blood was soaking through her white blouse, and she was falling fast. I didn’t think—my instincts kicked in. I caught her just before she hit the ground, pulling her into my lap. Her body was limp, and her skin was cold. The sight of blood pouring from her side made my stomach churn.
“Alyssa!” I shouted, my voice breaking. I pressed my hands against her wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but it kept coming, soaking through my fingers. “No, no, no,” I whispered, panic rising in my chest. “Stay with me, baby. Please.”
Fred was close by, and I snapped at him. “Kill that rogue! Now!” My voice was full of fury. That bastard had dared to attack my mate. I couldn’t focus on anything else but Alyssa, though. My hands
