The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate
“Whatever you’re planning now—it won’t work. Not the way you think it will.”
Before Logan could answer, heavy footsteps thudded outside. The tent flap swung open, and Thomas stepped in with a wave of men behind him.
He was dressed in black from head to toe, his usual smirk replaced with a cold, calculating expression.
“We’re ready,” Thomas announced to Logan without sparing me a glance. “Our men are armed. We march tonight.”
I stiffened. “March? No, you can’t!”
Thomas’ head finally snapped toward me, his pale eyes narrowing like I was an insect buzzing in his ear. “Sarah,” he drawled. “You’re still breathing, I see.”