Logan

The rain behind the club fell in a solid wall, washing away the smell of alcohol and tobacco. Smoking against the cold brick wall was calming. Their own scent—coffee, oakmoss, and a hint of metal—kept others at a distance. The silence was shattered by laughter and a dull thud. Around the corner, three betas had surrounded a tall, broad-shouldered giant. Despite his imposing appearance, he was crouching, covering his face with his hands.

"Please... let me go..."

One of the betas swung his arm.

"Playing dirty, boys."

The cold voice made them freeze. A few steps forward, a heavy gaze—and a minute later, the attackers hurried away.

"That's it. They're gone. Get up."

The big man raised his head. Red eyes, wet cheeks, and a look of confusion made him seem almost childlike. And then, the scent hit. Through the rain broke a thick aroma of musk, cedar, and spices. An alpha. A strong, true alpha.

Interest flared inside. A step closer made him press against the wall. Despite the difference in height, the dominance was unmistakable.

"Come with me. Not a request. An order."

The alpha shuddered. 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 trembled. He didn't understand what was happening, but for some reason, he already knew: he wouldn't be able to refuse.