Third Person POV
Logan's whole body was tense as he approached their bedroom, Dante following behind him, upset on Alex's behalf. He couldn't fix this, not for his sister and it broke his heart. Dante could only offer small comfort to her, and he walked inside the room, lost in his thoughts as Logan began to shrug out of his jacket. He didn't question the fact they hadn't gone back to the party, Logan was the Alpha after all and he'd seen his mate's eyes go cloudy which meant that he'd mind-linked someone, probably Marcus to take his place in mingling and greeting everyone.
Dante let out a small exhale. "I feel so bad for her," he said in a small voice "I can't imagine how excruciating it must be for your mate to reject you."
Logan tensed. "Can't you?" he said gruffly, an undercurrent
