Page 50 of The Alpha’s Sin (Forbidden Omegaverse #7)

POPPY

F or 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.