Choosing to keep the pace going, passing the previous alpha and luna’s room. Clara ponders on the questions. It was never discussed with her how Logan became alpha. “When did you become alpha?” Logan’s brows raise in mild surprise, expecting a surplus of questions around his parents he was never compliant to discuss.
“Five years ago, a few short months after my eighteenth birthday.” Logan’s pace slows recognising his mate’s lethargy. She’d had a long day.
“Was it your choice?” Logan’s eyes set on Clara, despite not breaking pace, his head remaining forward and features unchanging.
“Not particularly. I didn’t kill my parents if that’s the subject you’re broaching. Don’t insult me.” Clara raises her hands in low surrender.
“It’s not what I was suggesting but it’s also not unheard of. I
