The clinking of cutlery stilled when Alpha Logan’s gaze landed squarely on her. His dark, commanding eyes gave nothing away, but they pinned Freya in place like a butterfly caught in glass. For a moment she thought she had imagined it—that he couldn’t possibly be speaking to her in front of everyone.

“How have you been faring, Freya?” he asked, his tone even but edged with authority.

Her throat tightened. She could feel the weight of everyone’s attention, the silence pressing down ...