Three days.

That’s how long Freya had spent carefully avoiding Alpha Logan’s piercing gaze, his subtle questions, and the ever-watchful eyes of the guards. Her heart thumped with guilt and fear each time he passed by her chamber, but she held onto her resolve. She couldn’t falter now.

The plan was simple… or at least it had seemed that way.

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Earlier that morning, just before sunrise, Logan had come to her chambers.

She hadn’t expected him.

She quickly shoved the half-burned ...