EMBER’S POV
Logan Reeves.
I’ve always known him as Gale’s business partner—polished, strategic, the kind of man who calculates every word before it leaves his mouth.
He was at our wedding, gave a toast about loyalty and partnership that made everyone cry. He visited our house for dinners, brought expensive wine, complimented my cooking. I never suspected. Not once.
Now he’s standing between me and the door, perfectly composed, studying me like I’m a problem he’s already solved.
“You’re in over your head, Ember.” His voice is quiet, controlled. “Playing dress-up with the Lycan King. Pretending you belong in rooms like this.”
“I’m not pretending anything.”
“Aren’t you?” He tilts his head. “You’re a nobody omega from Seattle who lucked into a scandal. That’s all this is. Luck and timin
