CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR

Logan’s POV:

I was dreaming again, caught in the haze of memories that haunted me every night. The scent of jasmine filled the air, and I found myself back in the forest, under the moonlight. Makayla stood before me, her eyes glinting with that familiar mix of mischief and malice.

"I love you, Logan," she whispered, her voice a seductive melody that had made my heart race once too many times.

I reached out, desperate to hold onto the feeling of love and trust, but as my fingers brushed her cheek, she faded away, replaced by the cold, empty darkness. Betrayal stung deep, a wound that hadn't fully healed. Mayakla had been my chosen mate, and her betrayal had left scars I didn't want to admit to.

In the dream, the scene shifted, and I saw her with another pack, with another alpha who gripped her waist with a smug look on his pathetic face. It appalled me, how her loyalty shifted without a second thought. She was once my world. My everything.

Her eyes, once so warm and inviting, now l