"I didn't think you'd come back."
The words hung heavy in the air as Aria stood at the door, her eyes locked on the man who had once been her mate, now a shadow of the power-hungry Alpha she had known in her past life.
Logan Vance stood there, his cold eyes studying her, though there was an unmistakable flicker of something—resentment, perhaps fear—beneath the surface. His jaw was clenched tight, his hands twitching at his sides. But as much as he tried to maintain that air of dominance, the flicker of uncertainty never fully disappeared.
"You thought I would just forget?" Aria's voice was a quiet whisper, but it carried an undeniable weight. "You thought I would stay broken after everything you did to me?"
Logan's lips curled into a smirk, one that held no warmth. "You've always been weak, Aria. You'll always be my Luna, no matter how hard you fight it."
