CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Logan’s POV:

I had an inkling from the start. Something was not right about the man. There was something in him that triggered me. Something that never failed to make me lose control.

And there he stood, too damn close to my beautiful mate. It was plain obvious. His affection as he looked at her showed in his eyes. His hand falling down the small of her back, but I was more pre-occupied with the look of pure shock on our mate’s face.

I stared at her in awe.

She looked exactly as I remembered.

I took one step towards her when the beta fucking threw himself to me in wolf form.

Instinctively, I shifted into my own.

Tristan is seething, eager to sink his teeth and claws into the bastard’s flesh. The fucker thinks he has some claim on my mate, my luna.

But he’s fucking wrong.

I played the role of defense, careful not to tread lightly.

In this pack, he was the only male wolf who actually stood a chance to fight me off.

His strength is undeniable, surpassing even that of his runaway alpha an