Logan’s POVI thought a shower would help clear my mind, but Abram’s words replayed over and over, refusing to let me rest. I slumped forward, my elbows rested on my knees, hands underneath my chin.I remembered that banquet as if it had been carved into my skull. My father, Alpha Marcus, stood tall at the head table, with a goblet in his hand. He spoke calmly, commanding the hall without effort, until he started coughing. His eyes turned red, and foam spilled from his mouth as he lunged for my mother.I had only been a boy, but even then, I knew something was terribly wrong. A black wolf then lunged at father, tearing into his throat. Gavin and the guards dragged me away, protecting me. When the chaos cleared, I saw Alpha Edmund, the Alpha King now, fainted outside with blood on his clothes. I knew he had killed my father. He wanted the throne. That truth had hardened me over the years, shaping everything I became.Now Abram’s story contradicted that belief and made it more complicat
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