Page 61 of The Alpha's Sin
Even if I don’t fucking know how I’m going to do it yet.
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For a moment, I just sit there on the couch, numb. My hands are curled in my lap, my whole body frozen. The fire is still burning in the hearth, the room still warm and golden, but it feels like someone ripped the heart right out of the house.
They took Logan.
They cuffed him with silver, dragged him out the door, and I just sat here like a useless lump, watching it happen.
The sound of the front door slamming echoes in my ears. Then silence.
No. No, no, no.
My man. My Alpha. My mate. They can’t just take him away from me—not when I need him, not when the babies need him.
I surge to my feet and slip my feet into shoes as I grab a jacket. My keys hang on the hook by the front door. My hands are shaking, but I snatch them anyway and stumble outside into the cold, dark night.
My battered old Chrysler looks like a rust-bucket compared to the shiny black SUV the Alphas shoved Logan into. Its taillights are already fading, a pair of red eyes glowing in the distance.
Not for long.
I fling myself into the driver’s seat and jam the key into the ignition. The engine coughs, sputters, then roars to life. I slam my foot on the gas and peel out of the driveway, gravel spitting under the tires.
I’m not thinking about where they’re going. I’m not thinking about how dangerous this is. All I can think about is Logan, shackled in silver, being driven away from me.
Not without me—they’ll have to kill me to keep me from him.
I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, my headlights slicing through the night as I follow those fading red taillights. My heart pounds, but I don’t slow down.
I’ll be damned if I let them take my man without so much as a whimper. I’m coming for you, Logan.
I’m coming.
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I don’t sleep a wink.
They locked Logan away in some abandoned building on the edge of town, and no one will tell me anything or let me see him. I spent the night curled in the front seat of my ancient Chrysler, shivering under an old blanket I’d left in the trunk. Every sound of the wind against the car made me flinch. Every minute that passed without him beside me left me feeling colder…emptier…and more scared.
At some point, I must have dozed off, because a brisk tapping on my window jerks me awake. I sit up fast, my neck stiff, my heart pounding. One of the Alphas from last night is standing there, his expression hard.
“You are being summoned,” he says flatly. “The trial of Logan Hayes, the male you broke the Unbreakable Laws with, is about to begin.”
My stomach twists. The blanket slips off my shoulders, and I force myself to straighten, fumbling the car door open. My legs feel like they’re made of glass, but I follow him inside.
The building looks deserted on the outside, but within it’s been transformed into something grimly ceremonial. Rows of mismatched chairs line the floor. At the far end, raised high above the rest of us, sits a middle-aged man with a round, smug face and a belly that strains against his leather vest. His piggy eyes scan the room like he owns it—and I realize with a sinking heart that he probably does.
“This trial will come to order,” one of the Alphas proclaims importantly. “All rise for our honorable Packmaster, Larry Townsend.”
Everyone stands. I do too, though my knees shake so badly I can barely hold myself up. Townsend waves a pudgy hand and smirks.
“Sit,” he says. “Let’s get this thing started—bring out the accused.”
They drag Logan in, bound in thick silver chains. The sight of him makes my throat close. The metal is already leeching the strength from his massive body. He looks pale, tired—but when his eyes find mine, they blaze with fierce light.
