Alpha Logan’s POV
Taking down the Rogue King’s pack was far from easy.
Even now, hours later, blood still stained my hands.
The screams of rogues echoed in my head.
The smell of death clung to my skin.
But none of that haunted me as much as the image of Gemma’s mother chained in that filthy underground cell.
Broken.
Starved.
Tortured.
No wonder Alpha Mason lost control and went on a murderous rampage. I would have done far worse if it had been Gemma.
The poor man finally got his mate back after seventeen years… only to lose her all over again.
This time permanently.
It was cruel.
Too cruel.
And the worst part?
She had survived all those years waiting for someone to save her.
Waiting for her family.
Waiting for Gemma.
My chest tightened as I glanced over at my mate sleepin
