Logan’s POV
I had promised myself I wouldn’t come. Aliona didn't want to see me to start with.
I had sworn to Zane and Noah that I would let things be, that I would give her the space she demanded. But the moment I caught wind of the rehearsal dinner—the grand, glittering farce Julian had orchestrated—I couldn’t sit still.
Every instinct in me burned, clawed, screamed.
She was mine.
The mate bond wasn’t something I could pretend didn’t exist. It wasn’t a fleeting attraction or a convenient arrangement. It was eternal, carved into the marrow of my bones. And yet, here Julian was, parading her as though she was already his, feeding the Silverstone pack’s hunger for a spectacle that should never have involved her.
I tried to hold my anger in, as I stood outside the hall, the laughter a
