Logan strode into Xing's apartment; Nacho did a good job. The apartment is spacious and very modern. The air around Logan was heavy with tension. His shoulder was taut and his jaw clenched, and the scene from last night's dinner kept playing on a loop in his mind.
Jonathan's smug face, the way his parents had been utterly oblivious to the silent war brewing between them but surprised at how he could remain so calm under Jonathan's dominating acts and words.
Last night was nothing short of a disaster. Jonathan had barged into his family dinner uninvited, an unwelcome guest holding blackmail like a loaded weapon, humiliating him in front of the people Logan cared about, the people who looked up to him like an Alpha, his parents, Sophia, and even his staff. It wasn't just the intrusion that
