Chapter Fifty-One
Anne’s POV
My blood boils and everything in me threatens to snap at that exact moment, as I glare at Logan. Did he just dare call me dramatic because of that girl? If anyone had ever told me that I’d have to exert my dominance here in the packhouse, I would have laughed at such a ridiculous joke. Logan has always been mine, even though he didn’t put it in anyone’s face. It has never been an issue for me because everyone knows Logan for being characteristically unbothered about things that do not directly affect the well-being of the pack. That is all he cares about. Or at least used to. He didn’t even know the names of the housekeepers or the low-ranked warriors, barely keeping track of that. But now, all of a sudden, he is interested in the business run indoors.
And c
