_Alyssa's POV_
The morning light peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I blinked groggily, rubbing my eyes as the events of the night before replayed in my mind. Logan’s unexpected tenderness still confused me. His gentle touches, his whispered words, it didn’t align with the image I had of him. A man who had killed me in the future couldn’t suddenly be this loving, could he?
A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned my head toward the clock. It was late. I had slept too much. Before I could say anything, Ray’s voice filtered through the door.
“Luna Alyssa, I am sorry if I woke you.”
I sat up, my muscles aching from the tension I had carried all night. “It’s okay, Ray. I needed to get up anyway.”
Ray paused for a second. “The Alpha has been
