Logan

The rain outside the club poured down in sheets, washing away the smell of alcohol and tobacco. Smoking against the cold brick wall was soothing. Its own aroma—coffee, oakmoss, and light metal—made one keep one's distance. The silence was broken by laughter and a dull thud. Around the corner, three Betas surrounded a tall, broad-shouldered giant. Despite his imposing appearance, he was crouched, his face covered by his hands. "Please... let me go..." One of the Betas swung. "You're playing dirty, boys." A cold voice made them freeze. A few steps forward, a heavy gaze—and a minute later the attackers hurried away. "That's it. Gone. Get up." The big man raised his head. His red eyes, wet cheeks, and confusion looked almost childish. And then the smell hit. The thick aroma of musk, cedar, and spices penetrated the rain. Alpha. Strong, a true alpha. Interest flared within. A step closer forced him to press against the wall. Despite the difference in height, the superiority was unmistakable. “Come with me.” Not a request. An order. The Alpha flinched. Fear flickered in his eyes, but he didn’t resist. Fingers touched his chin, holding his gaze. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you. I just want you to be with me.” His lips twitched. He didn’t understand what was happening, but somehow he already knew: he couldn’t refuse.