CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN

Logan’s POV

“Barrak.”

Only one. Only one man I know of, a rogue at that, who goes by the name.

Barrak fucking Davis. He doesn’t know me, but I f*cking know him. Or rather, he is not aware who he had crossed. All these years, my ultimate goal was to make him pay.

I searched her face, hoping, praying, I’m wrong.

My jaw clenched, and I forced myself to look into her eyes.

“His last name?”

She swallowed, before answering, “Davis. Barrak Davis.”

And then it hit me.

Sarah…

The memory hit me like a solid punch to the gut, twisting my insides and making me want to vomit.

Sarah's innocent face flashed in my mind. Her soft giggles, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled. God, how she loved to smile.

Sarah was my chosen mate. We have been together for five years, not officially because we knew we’d find our mates. We didn’t want our hearts broken nor do we want to break that of our fated. But when I turned twenty-five, I decided to stop looking for my fated and claim her instea