Semua Bab The Billionaire Alpha's Sin Bin: Bab 61 - Bab 68

(Logan’s POV)The time had blurred. After the brutal, intense training shift with Damian, and the crushing reality of Kael’s blackmail, the world had shrunk to the four walls of the bunker. I was focused, the wolf’s discipline sharp and cold, ready to move at dawn. The alliance was fragile, built on blood and mutual hatred, but it was absolute.I was in my small, sterile locker room, preparing my gear for the first strike. I needed my custom skates. The hockey bag—a worn, thick canvas thing that had traveled with me for ten years—was the last physical link to the human life I’d lost. I hadn't touched it since I was brought into the bunker.I opened the heavy zipper and the scent of old leather and sweat, the familiar smell of the rink, hit me. But under that, a scent that shouldn't be there. A faint, metallic, acrid scent that made the h

 (Logan’s POV)The private locker room was a silent sanctuary compared to the roaring chaos of the arena. I ripped off my helmet and threw it against the padded wall. My chest was heaving, not just from the exertion of the game, but from the raw, unleashed power that still surged through my veins. The two goals, the sheer brutality of the hits, the animal satisfaction of dominating Julian’s men—it had all been a devastating, necessary release.The scent of my sweat, the sharp, coppery tang of my own energy, was overwhelming. I was leaning against the cold, metal frame of the bench when the door hissed open.Damian walked in, the cold, focused air of the outside world clinging to him. He checked the seal on the door, then turned, his golden eyes immediately locking onto mine. He was radi

(Damian’s POV)The scent of Alex’s terror and the faint, disgusting musk of Julian’s operatives still hung heavy in the command room. It was an insult to my Pack’s defense, a visible wound on my control. Julian didn't just try to abduct her; he sent the message directly to Logan's most primal protective instinct: I can touch the one thing you care about more than vengeance.I watched as the Pack doctor, a stern, quiet wolf named Vera, finished bandaging the deep scratch on Alex’s cheek. Logan was sitting beside his sister, his hand gripped around hers, silent, unmoving, radiating a cold, terrifying stillness. The Mate Bond was no longer just humming; it was vibrating with a clear, resonant frequency of lethal intent. He was ready to kill.But I needed him stabl

 (Logan’s POV)We were in the field, not the bunker. The final approach to Julian’s corporate fortress required us to move through the dense, concrete maze of the city's financial district—human territory, brightly lit, and crowded with late-night traffic. The entire area was a massive, sensory overload, and the full moon was a crushing, invisible weight in the sky, only hours away from its peak.Every single nerve ending felt raw, stripped bare. I could hear the grinding of the city’s plumbing beneath the asphalt, the frantic, high-pitched chatter of rodents in the dumpsters two blocks away, and the rapid, frightened pulse of every person who walked past us. The normal human ability to filter out background noise was gone, replaced by the wolf’s terrifying sensitivity.&ldq