_Alyssa's POV_
I returned to the packhouse. The tension from earlier still hung in the air as I walked down the hall toward Logan’s room, intending to ask him about whether he had already prepared a space for my mother.
When I reached his office, I noticed that the door was closed. I knocked softly, but there was no answer. I decided to check in the office to see if he was there and to ask about the room arrangements. As I approached the door, I heard muffled sounds from inside—moaning and soft, breathless whispers.
My heart sank as I realized what was happening. I tried the handle but the door was locked. I knelt and peered through the keyhole, my breath catching in my throat.
Through the tiny opening, I saw Angela sitting on Logan’s lap. They were kissing passionately, lost in thei
