Hurting her.

Logan’s P.O.V

Don’t lose it. Don’t fucking lose it. These mantra were what my wolf was growling in my head as I scanned the paper on my desk. But their content meant nothing to me. At least not now. Numbers, words, fucking graphic images of death. All fucking irrelevant. All a distraction from the real problem.

And the real fucking problem was standing next to me, talking nonstop about what I couldn’t even bring myself to listen to. Damien. My fucking Beta. My brother from another mother. My traitor.

Betrayal burned in my chest and as I screwed my eyes shut, his words came into concentration. “Alpha, we managed to get some information from one of Bruce’s cell-mate back in the Northern Region and they…” the slight pause in his words, the trembling note on his voice as he said they, it was as if he knew he crossed a line and I could no longer keep them in.

“How fucking dare you?” I bared my teeth as I lunged at him from across the table, knocking the damn thing over in the process. “