"You really think you can outsmart me, Logan?"
Logan's office fell silent at Dante's voice, a dangerous calm that sent a ripple of unease through the room. The Alpha stood in the doorway, his presence commanding and suffocating. Logan's hand froze over a whiskey glass, his knuckles tightening.
"You're trespassing," Logan replied, his voice cool, though the slight tremor in his hand betrayed him.
Dante stepped forward, his eyes never leaving Logan's. "You think sending a picture and a vague note is enough to shake her trust in me? You're pathetic."
Selene's laughter broke the tension as she appeared from the shadows, her dress clinging to her like sin itself. "Oh, Dante, don't you know? This isn't about you. It's about her."
Aria's Unbearable Night
Aria flinched as the room darkened, Logan's words echoing in her mind. "You belong to me." She sat in the corner of her room, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.
