Page 49 of The Alpha’s Sin (Forbidden Omegaverse #7)

LOGAN

T he silver burns.

It bites into my wrists, sapping my strength, making my muscles ache like fire under my skin. I pull anyway—try to break free, to throw these bastards off me—but the cuffs hold fast.

I snarl low in my throat. Who the fuck told them? How did the Pack even know? I’ve kept to myself. Stayed out of their business. I’m a Lone Wolf —always have been. The only way they could know about Poppy and me is if someone talked.

I don’t have to think hard to know what probably happened. Kyle and Leroy . Those rotten fucks must have run straight to the Packmaster .

The thought makes my blood boil hotter than the silver ever could.

But what twists the knife in my gut isn’t the pain—it’s imagining what Poppy must be going through right now.

My sweet little kitten, standing in the doorway, watching them drag me away.

Her big eyes gone wide with fear. She’s probably shaking.

Crying . And I can’t even hold her. Can’t tell her it’s going to be all right.

Goddammit.

I grit my teeth as one of them shoves me forward. I stumble, but I don’t fall. I won’t give them that satisfaction. They can cuff me, burn me, weaken me with their fucking silver, but they’ll never see me break.

Still, inside, I’m raging. My Wolf is howling, throwing himself at the invisible walls the silver cuffs press around us. He wants out—wants to rip their throats out, to end every last one of them for daring to touch us!

I want that too.

But I can’t—not like this. Not now.

I’m going to have to get through this somehow. Protect Poppy . Protect our pups. That’s all that matters.

Even if I don’t fucking know how I’m going to do it yet.